If you should choose to kiss, and kissing, turn
Redoubling, consuming in abandon
Then would love, in loving you, prove wanton
While terrestrial forests willingly burn.
Our lips in flames no waters extinguish
Until all love’s knowledge itself unlearn;
Our pupils for that flaming lesson yearn
Which bequeaths the heart unlessened anguish.
So loving you, I leave to turn and choose
In naughtiness regained when all is ash
To profit from the loss with naught to lose.
Thus eyes that gaze, unchastened, toward the lash
Must lose, in turn what all the world had gained . . .
Read half-coherent verse—and think half-brained.
faces in the crowd:
pedals on a wet black bike . . .
where is my bike lock?