I, so liking to enjoin myself to observe,
and to deeply hold her mind
well worked into mine, all held inside
it, in mind.
So, enjoyed to liken, then (not-nothing)
regardless of reality fielding
irregularities, dotting her tees: Her:
she, criss-crossing my two eyes—
Laughing, no longer lasting apart while
fallen tumbling; threshing truths
on the venom of hefted lips.