153: & so. I guess I’m ready, off

that ground by which I prove

1. Love my god heart inflaming new fire. Let’s call this unconnected yet wise 

whilst it’s cool — well... a coincidence I went to golf school. 
2. New fire this time, your eyes — no cure, it’s the beginning for men if 
love is kindling in seething, lively heat.

3. My guard is up for a trial bath in your eyes.

You, your love heats water inside each word I borrow or find brand new, withal. All syllables steeping as in a ‘Cupid’ fountain of desire, inflaming you & me & others by our side also training in golf.