love poem 468

one *
hair is a harem
of synaesthesic sense so
constructing * complex syllogisms
(an « if clause » twines its tips)
so * balanced ! the equation
where the tongue touches
in a volta's vibration
of the verse
's
veerings
so * matter
in an endless quixotic
quivering quickens its own waves
of outer weavings * in imagined minds
melting to such mad soft * -ness
's internal * inner * spaces
pure pensée's perfumed
apogees of pinks
pre * -ceding
primes