THE SOCIABILITY OF A SERENE EXCURSION
ESCAPES, THE MENTAL CAPACITY OF MY STATUS
TO HER PRESENCE, 
HER FLIGHT IS LIKE
THE RICHNESS OF CHOCOLATE
PLEASING TO MY PALATE
AS THE IMAGINARY STATE OF SOLITUDE
TRANSVERSE MY MIND,
AND I CAN'T REGAIN
I CAN'T REGAIN THE BASIC TRACES
THE PLACES OF HER FACE IS HIDDEN
IN DARK SPACES,
THE POST EXISTANCE AND
PREMEDITATED PERSISTANCE
DISMISSES EVERY PRELUDE
OF THIS WICKED MISTRESS.
DARK SPACES REPELLS DESIRES
OF LOVING HER, CALLING HER,
EVEN SEEING HER
SWEETENS REGRETS OF KNOWING
EACH FOLICLE OF HER.
THE SNAPPING OF MY MIND RETAINS
A DIM THOUGHT OF HER AS
LIGHT DESPERATELY REACHES
BEYOND THE FOGGY SHORELINES
SEARCHING FOR HER,
IN DARK SPACES I STUMBLE UPON
UN-TIED LACES
PRAYING FOR GOD'S GRACE TO FORGET
AND LET GOD REMOVE MY IDEALISM OF LOVE.