So let’s live — really live! — for love and loving,
honey! Guff of the grumpy old harrumph!-ers
— what’s it worth? Is it even worth a penny?
Suns go under and bubble bright as ever
up but — smothered, our little light, the night’s one
sudden plunge — and oblivion forever.
Kiss me! kiss me a thousand times! A hundred!
Now a thousand again! Another hundred!
Don’t stop yet. Add a thousand. And a hundred.
So. Then post, sitting pretty on our millions,
sums that none — we the least — make head or tail of.
Don’t let’s know, even us. Or evil eyes might
glitter green, over such a spell of kisses.