And so I pursue the future,
Rich with a zest for love,
Unpeeling your gold.
Savour your sex
As welcoming as that text
You once went and sent me,
But then retired mad – so definitively.
And so sweet is your song,
Your ringing my changes:
Finally bringing quite rich
The little I now have left.
Bereft of all embrace, outwith all disgrace,
I still see your face as if fresh, and bright now.
And when I do lie,
And when I do die,
And when I do pry the ill from the good,
The only space left over for me and my sort
Will be the hood of that neighbour
We both ought to have become.
And so life rubs itself up and down
My curious sad clowning:
Finally, I have said goodbye to all of my yearning.