You Asked Me To Come:it Was Raining A Little

you asked me to come:it was raining a little, and the spring;a clumsy brightness of air wonderfully stumbled above the square, little amorous-tadpole people wiggled battered by stuttering pearl, leaves jiggled to the jigging fragrance of newness —and then.  My crazy fingers liked your dress ….your kiss,your kiss was a distinct brittle flower,and the flesh crisp set my love-tooth on edge.  So until light each having each we promised to forget— wherefore is there nothing left to guess: the cheap intelligent thighs,the electric trite thighs;the hair stupidly priceless.