The gilt girl said, And when we got to bed,he starts in pawing.    And he never stops.And nothing happens.    Are you drunk?    or gay?

Supine in silence, circled by his breath,
he sleeps with her whose unlatched womb
becomes a bolted room—

The central divide of the body is invisible,
only hinted in the dip of the back
along the spine, or the primal hair

Through hours of England, swift, my angel, go:
high above towns
and green enormous downs

We open on a mystery,
a riddle has happened, will happen, will happen again.

What’s the point of experience

Alcoholic dream 
That run him 
                   out from home 

Glass 
and wide sea view
Race that walks

Who was Mary Shelley? 
What was her name 
before she married?

Just as the lonely, wicked, wild and glad
eyes know and do not know by letting drop
in every detail of their daily dread

The beautiful and true
spreading of blood in water,
strands of it waving, surreally outward,