Ruratania
As darkness goes, I had never seen
Its like; your ruby cigarette bulb
Visiting from stars at the lower
Garden tier. You giggled at your
Lostness and something hidden,
Innocent of games, giggled back.
You were too soon for nature,
Lightly confused by the pauses
In it all. But it was in you and flexed
Like proud livestock beneath your skin.
I could not Heathcliff your airy
Stare. Could not insurrect the enormity
Of you, but braceless and curtailed,
Offer up my service,
Sad townsman in a dream of Ruratania.