I asked Solemnity to tea.
He seemed to want to be with me.
We took a walk when we were done
with Lapsang Souchong, and a bun,
and slowly all the streets grew dark.
It was then he made his mark
upon my soul, a lover’s bite –
which took away my waking sight
and dumped me in the heavy dim
which constituted most of him.
He brought me to his central spot.
He was lonely, I was not.
With force, I pushed away from this:and fled his yearning, and his kiss.