O

To give my O so many kisses, then,

when any one of missed potential comes 

to longing mind; so many, then, when 

any morning's mirth earns mention

and

O --
I tell me it is time

to mock each mocking of the sun
with swell, irreverent stereo hums

and bend, and writhe, and rhyme

and, O, the syntax

of your lips is...
wearing socks in August.