When You Went Away It Was Morning

when you went away it was morning (that is,big horses;light feeling up streets;heels taking derbies (where?) a pup hurriedly hunched over swill;one butting trolley imposingly empty;snickering shop doors unlocked by white-grub faces) clothes in delicate hubbub as you stood thinking of anything, maybe the world….But i have wondered since isn’t it odd of you really to lie a sharp agreeable flower between my amused legs kissing with little dints of april,making the obscene shy breasts tickle,laughing when i wilt and wince