104: You’re fair to do this, my friend. Etc.
I saw both of us stop the actual dial, reset the pace. Still 
you and I may be deceived, turning toward seasonal
purebreds for fresher figures, new times and hot pricing, unless  

  Your turning green to yellow from deception and envy is better.
Burn for me, friend. Hues balance in your green motions 

  Since.. I have seen shaken flares express fear and beauty in your eye. 
I eyed your figure before you were born to me. 

  Perfumes of April so stand as axioms this June — in cold pride 
you’ve already processed.. stolen for future use.

  You turn summer into spring’s first age — 
such a future never can be old or done.