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

Of course I never rested as a stealth pathologist performing autopsies on women and men whom I led on. Subjects were mostly strung out on sofa sectionals — big, jaunty shapes who swaddled their inner pooch — gentle work but now yes I’ll love you better frosty and lusty!  

— I’d say I’m a pervert approaching you often as summer’s pointillist distilling pulverized, liquid dots — a framed prisoner doing time, 

pent in never-resting time that still lives.