I, so liking to enjoin myself to observe,
and to deeply hold her mind
well worked into
mine, all holding–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
threshing truths on the venom of hefted lips.