to dante and cavalcanti and you

was on the road of sighs once

once was my traveling habit simple

a riding dress black my heart

my heart from whence it came hence

I went came out small fallible foiled shook

aflame (andmostlytoblame) (andmostly) fallen

short withnot an ounce or pint to spare

said (said) (said) was out on a dare was o lovely-asunder!

let came to half-lit awash in a low and lonely light

to a long in the field with him to live or die

love with a horsepond but (alas) no (notsofast) horses

end it with a send up: vanna and bice and me

send our delicately scented innards our o so small

regard(s) not quite yrs love('Xs) b g o