What began as breathlessly escaping
Effervescent, trembling, shaking,
Goosebumps arisen to meet the touch
Of quietly huddled, mumbled "hush-"
But clumsy is as so it may,
To be a youth in throws of day,
And night whose quiet, cold embrace
Did cause a heart to shake and race,
But as with all that flowers soon
There left an awkward, silent room
And timid closeness shared and hovered
From sweat beneath the fitted covers,
Arise, at last, to stumble gaily
Out amidst the hallways, stately,
Of flesh consumed and flesh remade,
In the dying sun of bloom filled May.