All we were going strong last night this time,the mosts were flying & the frozen daiquiriswere downing, supine on the floor lay Liselistening to Schubert grievous & sublime,my head was frantic with a following rime:it was a good evening, and evening to please,
I kissed her in the kitchen -ecstasies-among so much good we tamped down the crime.
The weather's changing.
This morning was cold,as I made for the grove, without expectation,some hundred Sonnets in my pocket, old,to read her if she came.
Presently the sunyellowed the pines & my lady came notin blue jeans & a sweater.
I sat down & wrote.
