my darling o you dahlia
of my third eye teased and pinked for
that enormous sneeze if I had any serious tigers they'd
growl and purl for you like butter
pumpkins fattening in their patches they'd be smiles wider
than water wheels or baobabs and if I
had my way it would be out of here straight past starship
enterprise to mistress joy and all
her deadly pulsars yes you mix me up and down and out
I go trala my fingers trailing fragrant
flocks of meteors or silky bolts
brighter than entire skies but each of me so animal
we curl into your palm with every pore
a pout until the universe unpicks its seams
and lets all its impossibles

my beloved,
you're mine (possessed)
the third and last chance, broken sight
and my last throw, taking everything apart

if I had some, some (pretty animal)
I would anything for you (simile)
but I'm not getting any slimmer despite
these special pants

would you smile across the road
through the wheels, windows, wheels
and if I had my way
I wouldn't work here any more (would you?)

yet softly out walking through the dahlias
I go (dream) beyond air and tongue
my and your perfumed fingers
drag more shiningly (meaning less happy)

but each one of me
holds in its hand,
and every bit of all of them
the things I couldn't do, my beloved

my beloved,
you're mine (possessed)
the third and last chance, broken sight
and my last throw, taking everything apart

if I had some, some (pretty animal)
I would anything for you (simile)
but I'm not getting any slimmer despite
these special pants

would you smile across the road
through the wheels, windows, wheels
and if I had my way
I wouldn't work here any more (would you?)

yet softly out walking through the dahlias
I go (dream) beyond air and tongue
my and your perfumed fingers
drag more shiningly (meaning less happy)

but each one of me
holds in its hand,
and every bit of all of them
the things I couldn't do, my beloved