Deadlock

He came to me & proved he was
A lion—
He was keenly cloaked in a comet’s
Mask;
Now he must return…
Now he must return…
To his bungalow amongst the stars…
& leave me, a hermit
In the stormiest copes of imagination
Where I will write fragmented poetry
& try to please
My tongue as it will undeniably
Search out
The dwarfish heels of a bottle’s
Overdue seduction:
Again & again,
As my heart ridicules the paradox
In stinging oscillations:
The way we kissed, & now,
The zip code:
3.141592653589793238462643383279502884...