Clarification: Dg

Madam, you think you know When knowing not you think no more The surface speaks and shows But the ignorance of those who come By rules, or anxiety's sweet conceit To find what they did not plant But yet would reap from me. Language is all our fault, the way We borrow and use one another Conforming to a simple drip Of irrelevancy. I bring new meaning Where sentence pause at broken lines With unbroken multiply of new meanings I bring fresh interpretations To haggard images, metaphors are now Conotations. You see, madam You are superficial where I am Full of respect for learned ignorance. ii I beg you read more of me in better prose That which, languishing, I contributed On genre and aesthetics for rcher light Two faces rubbing nose to nose Have desires greater than a kiss And yet can get nowhere without Literally opening a literal door To returned cathartisized To the place their tongues went dry before You too would naked come again And shine the candle on a milked breast