5: No remembrance. Of confounding beauty. Of the lovely gaze where beauty dwells.

Of course I did time as a stealth pathologist performing autopsies on women and men who lost their show. Subjects were mostly strung out on sofa sectionals — big, jaunty shapes who swaddled their inner pooch — gentle work but yes I’ll love you better frosty and lusty! —
Often I’d say I’m a pervert approaching you as summer’s pointilist / a man thinking she’s he of the pulverized, distilled dots — a liquid prisoner

pent in never-resting time leading me on —