liked you more...
divisive
and insidious
things
...
on a wave's crest...
hidden beneath the surfaces
of the troughs' swalling swales
to reappear
...
from a dudgeon tower
set about to rime, reflower..
rode athwart one hippogriffle
to cavernous and slined abode
...
arced from star to star...
pigeons,
wholier
than most polemicats,
...
a room of my own, as do you....
I visit yours...you visit mine...
I cross the hallway
and enter yours, barefoot...
...
that was generations back...
something in you
had you climb this sapling....
it shivers with your weight..
...