Love lives in the blooded mouth, Uncouth cougar of lamented dreams, Eater of hearts, tearer of eyelids. Love wears no mink tippet, sips no tea; Love tattoos sailors' tongues with rum. Love doesn't shuffle off a tomb, shoved, But gathers what light stone angels there Discard--disregarded ambers of the grave. Love eats and dies in any light, Unappeasable pursuer of piquancy. Love is blunt, and shuns the wispy stars' Mincing finesse--flying witchwise At midnight, where horn-dark trees Stick-up like brooms in the battered moon And crick and crack with lover's static, Cackling fantastic tropes of utter sun.