our want was so sudden
we laughed at it
how poorly formed it was
a ship turned out of relation
to what satisfied
like an appointment
at the grave of a clerk
after love an account
of my day’s work
where we join our hips
to the company of sleep
time is too great
to make use of
hived in glass
you may be making honey
not love
a beautiful woman
cut off her own breast
out of convenience
love for company’s sake
love in the cakehouse
carried them away to where Monday is
a little rope of life
that most forget they are getting
till it is too late for any plea
a while to wait
so I find love
see a fine woman and play
at being thoughtful
ready with a book
telling the beautifulest mouth
a pretty lie
entering my book
where to be gone to
who among others to love
in their poor varnish
how to see at night
we loved in the fewest words
fickly
demandable
loath to speak with one mouth
red and full of evening
will the missing kiss
grow on his lip
like a difficult word
is love is a hard game to play
or an inconvenience
on the way to sleep
or to my mind
a great delirium
between joy and concern
the pit is my guide
it rises from my own
make-believe sand
do I imagine a chance joy
or live with nature
having no cards for king and queen
the mark of the knave
is buying love
I find my wife in bed with the plague
We were alone
in the darkness
on the top deck
of the ferry
coming back
from Shikoku,
the two
of us wrapped
in a single windbreaker,
me thinking
about the ex-governor
who had sailed
a thousand
years before
into this same
headwind,
fine fish
from a wretched dirty sea
we bought four
easily persuaded almost to anything
offer us love
but never science
wrong the poor but make me thankful
for being at ease
head combed by my girl
to whom I am an ape
I rain down wool