You giraffely walk in your tortoise-tail supersonic sleep,
I elephantly dance in my antelope dream.

My hippopotamus heart begins its steep serpentile creep ...
Dare not o dare not stifle my dinosaur scream.

Your eyes plant a mine in my soul's marrow,
My feelings' fields lie not at all farrow.

In what waters should my wishes wallow?
The storks of my soul wade in seas shallow,

My dreams wait for you, sweet summer's swallow;
Fly in fly in with your healing halo.

A fully-fledged fire fingers
Your fair and feeling frail flower;

A finely-laced lyre lingers ...
Your hot unhalting anxious lover

Knows that the genesis of joy
Engenders more than centuries have known;

That in the marble-tombs of Troy
No single flower has ever grown.

You waywardly walk in your iceberg-clay peninsula sleep,
I drunkenly dance in my drowsy drowning dream;

My raw rhinoceros soul begins its steep serpentile creep ...
Dare not o dare not stifle my dinosaur scream.

dome poems