(the provisional) X — [D]

surrounded by grandfather age
corrupt laid about
beer in mind

then iq melting young glamour
texture lines   intelligence

we hardly spoke
she’d wanted i’d wanted
but no common there

her form perfect imperfect
black pink   dark invitation

i wake up alone
wanting to rummage
we’d no conversation

if enthusiasms had found a meet
een engel could fall

light eyes
slight form
bright invite

i want to open the doors
rummage in the wardrobe
seek the heat
my imagination assures me awaited

i’ll be disappointed
if she’s not disappointed
we didn’t find
the tepid rain