Letters To Rizzy 1

I have walked long in the garden And gathered jasmines for Juliet. So easy. So easy. I have gathered jasmines for Cressida But she looked away, burst the door In my face that my eyes to this day Keep the sea on her name. I have gathered jasmines for Matilda She laughed, wined me on a promise That at the last syllable of my lyre Melt into swears of steel. I have gathered. I have gathered. Wrecks. Wreck. I am. Alone, an abstracted distance, Memorial to contusion in winter's blunderbuss.