Tell me,
on the fin of the shark
of the little time
we give each other.
how are you?

Ask me,
benumbed in a tower
with dreams of death
And fragments of desire
how am I?

And tell me why
You are such a strange.
Inconsummate prince,
Reluctant to smolder.
Neither violent nor tender

Then I'll tell you
why
I might have
loved you.