61. I will propose no passion flightless, Lest that summery hereafter rise in Fall, feeling: don't let me come to press Cold lust to the ubiquity of skin Before me there were no fault of line To stir a tremble. See white, and, like a poet, I feel, compelled to the impulse to drain It of its blank beauty, lips ringing notes In the leave of texture, wet silence like pale sheets Fall, falling, takes you in its breath and stains The very clarity of the air complete Now with the repose of your passing from now to then. Then take me, too, cold wind, culled memory, The beauty of her mortal summary. 3/25/15 the last line can be read either as is or "the beauty of her being my mortal summary."  62. For Natalie T. Chang Come on, kiss me, pretty girl sitting across Me at the table, taking dainty notes ON dainty paper with a dainty pen. I'll bet your handwriting's pretty, too, if lip gloss And blue eyeliner are any indication. I wanna look over your shoulder at those thoughts Of yours and see if you're writing about me or just Doodling dicks in the margin, or little flowers, And you know what they say about flowers, and lust, And spilling rain in the emerald hills and hours, If you don't mind my language, pretty as you are. Wait, don't look up! Your lips half-open, your eyes Stained with our sadness; please, stay like that forever: I could love that you, on whom my whole heart lies. 4/2/15 Don't like the ending. Abc acb, abab, abab 63.  And when the darkness falls and burns away, And when the charred and lilting edges swoon To see the all that's made of night's child day, There will my mind find your traces. And when the noon's Nigh faded and the ecstasy abated, My memory will give those times a luster Which is the artful effort never sated, Yet all that with my hours I can muster. And when the moon rises and disguises Her Lost light and takes it for its own, I'll dream Of the down in the cheeks of leaves a love adjourned, And petals shall the wild, strewn way thus seem. It's dark; the sun is rising where you are. And though I want to find you, you're too far. I barely remember writing this. I found it crumpled on the floor beneath my desk. The ending makes it clear that it's about Chen. 64.  Your smile was supposed to make you beautiful, Laudanum air and the trammeled gates of leaden  Eyelids lifted, the bleak pupils' lull Reborn in luster such that all love glad Of the minute perfect could form like ivy forms, Choking the choker, hot sweet breath made shape And staple of a worship past alarm. Those thin hairs settled like a lock draped Across some unwon treasure were supposed To make you seem immortal, molded fast To your black stranded youth where love takes post And pardon falls like spray awash in the past, That wake and sleep of an unfettered time Where I, for loving you, account loved crime. 61. I will propose no passion flightless, Lest that summery hereafter rise in Fall, feeling: don't let me come to press Cold lust to the ubiquity of skin Before me there were no fault of line To stir a tremble. See white, and, like a poet, I feel, compelled to the impulse to drain It of its blank beauty, lips ringing notes In the leave of texture, wet silence like pale sheets Fall, falling, takes you in its breath and stains The very clarity of the air complete Now with the repose of your passing from now to then. Then take me, too, cold wind, culled memory, The beauty of her mortal summary. 62. Come on, kiss me, pretty girl sitting across Me at the table, taking dainty notes ON dainty paper with a dainty pen. I'll bet your handwriting's pretty, too, if lip gloss And blue eyeliner are any indication. I wanna look over your shoulder at those thoughts Of yours and see if you're writing about me or just Doodling dicks in the margin, or little flowers, And you know what they say about flowers, and lust, And spilling rain in the emerald hills and hours, If you don't mind my language, pretty as you are. Wait, don't look up! Your lips half-open, your eyes Stained with our sadness; please, stay like that forever: I could love that you, on whom my whole heart lies. 63.  And when the darkness falls and burns away, And when the charred and lilting edges swoon To see the all that's made of night's child day, There will my mind find your traces. And when the noon's Nigh faded and the ecstasy abated, My memory will give those times a luster Which is the artful effort never sated, Yet all that with my hours I can muster. And when the moon rises and disguises Her Lost light and takes it for its own, I'll dream Of the down in the cheeks of leaves a love adjourned, And petals shall the wild, strewn way thus seem. It's dark; the sun is rising where you are. And though I want to find you, you're too far. 64.  Your smile was supposed to make you beautiful, Laudanum air and the trammeled gates of leaden  Eyelids lifted, the bleak pupils' lull Reborn in luster such that all love glad Of the minute perfect could form like ivy forms, Choking the choker, hot sweet breath made shape And staple of a worship past alarm. Those thin hairs settled like a lock draped Across some unwon treasure were supposed To make you seem immortal, molded fast To your black stranded youth where love takes post And pardon falls like spray awash in the past, That wake and sleep of an unfettered time Where I, for loving you, account loved crime.