when the sun again do rise

when the sun again do rise, think not of me in ways kind; nah!!! greet me as in throes; o greed lecherous pine. dip me mid rude imaginings, vile, but fine. think me ogre vying; fubsy peachy hind, or pig, scoundrel even, gazing sweet pinkish vine. when the sun again do rise, not in vague lie; rebuff of pulsating stalk, not in wholesome things be robed; jazz-up racy talk, if ne’er, too, unfettered lust dine, thus, truth of bliss do come to neither of us. when the sun again do rise, o let not us do find unshared, our awes... “for eve, who’s, in morning rise, tamped greed i do, a-wait unfold. “