At Soprafina with the glass everything. 

Pavlovian conditioning 

to her dress. 

I sweat her a mighty 

wind to lift her spirits. 

There. 

Discretion the lesser third 

of the whole. 

Behind demand and consequence. 

Her throaty laughter.

Suddenly spring and 

everything is open... 

for discussion. 

You let me be brazen. 

Say what in a sonnet. 

Lover. 

Am I not your innovation? 

What say of my impatience? 

Sudden spring and there's 

a bloom on things. 

Take my side come on dawn. 

Dew so viscous stick to me.