i've no valentine
she's lost in these woods
by night
i fetched her
tooth so fine
for old-time's
sake
why did she forsake me
i waited for her under honeysuckled trees
i waited for her pedestaled knees
but she's wrapped up in
ivy vines
i've no time for work
i've no time for this world
not so long as there are
ivy vine girls
with sepia curls
trap door and latch-key
diaries to be
read by me