you should
have kept
your irons in the fireeyes strictly
on the ballshould not
have eaten
all the grapesnor lingered
where
the desert
was a sea bewitchedand all of time
crawled
naked
through a sky
where swam
a lonely
and frustrated sunshouldn’t
have talked back
to those eyesnor laid
your lips
upon
those breastsyou shouldn’t
butit’s wiser
that you did