Had I loved you,

                any less;    & granulated,         this song…
       With welded peekaboos,   & statutory flamethrowers,       magmabursters,       in packets,

                                                                                                                                                                 of three; 
                         Had I loved you,

                    Like the sun,

                                                       Rose;
             Sweetly loved

     You,

                       As our bodies,

Convulsed;          in whipped

                                          Decorum;     in flightiest,     esque;            a three-handed lover;

                                                                                                                  A guarded,  militant  man.



In sweet sevens,

                         & gobleted eights,     treasoned,           with the will,          of the spine-stunting,

     world. 
                                   Had I loved you,

                                                    in stark

                             Timestables;

                  Bursting trebles,    amidst

                                                                Burgeoning leadgrowers,

                     & golden headstamps,

             Which jumped;                to etch this moment,            here,  forever;



                                                                                                                          Had I loved you,

                                                                                                                                         a second 
                                                                                                                                 more.