since feeling is first    who pays any attention    to the syntax of things    will never wholly kiss you    wholly to be a fool    while Spring is in the world    my blood approves    and kisses are a better fate    than wisdom    lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry    the best gesture of my brain is less than    your eyelids' flutter which says    we are for each other： then    laugh leaning back in my arms    for life's not a paragraph    and death i think is no parenthesis