flower beds and garden wells
a wishful breeze breaks the suspense
that’s heavying this heavy air tonight

heave ho! kisses sweet of qualms
gift your lipful cherry alms
and ring them neatly 'round my neck tonight

I feel as though this pitying
might just be the only thing
that I can stomach, tolerate— tonight

rich of spirit, pours of heart
eternally to break apart
and find my way again in other nights