The green bars on you grew soberer

As I petted the lock, a crank

In my specially built shoes.

We hedged about leisure, feeling, walking

That day, that night. The day

Came up. The heads borne in peach vessels

Out of asking that afternoon droned.

You saw the look of some other people,

Huge husks of chattering boys

And girls unfathomable in lovely dresses

And remorseful and on the edge of darkness.

No firmness in that safe smile ebbing.

Tinkling sadness. The sun pissed on a rock.

That is how I came nearer

To what was on my shoulder. One day you were lunching

With a friend’s mother; I thought how plebeian all this testimony,

That you might care to crave that, somehow

Before I would decide. Just think,

But I know now how romantic, how they whispered

Behind the lace of their aspiring

Opinions. And heaven will not care,

To raise our love

In scathing hymns. So beware and

Bye now. The jewels are for luck.