Tell me how
It is no visible spirit which wails
Through this long hour
Porcupining mirrors into specters
Enamored with mild radiation
From pooled lavender sachet puss
Passing as passion yet again
Sickened when too soon signs
Do no more than pass on the regards
Of meagre Sangiovese instants blushed
Beneath a hare moon’s spoor
Waxed beyond deepest infatuation
Once untroubled by binary inspiral waves
That circle then emblaze all previous
Eyes seeded inside two tongues