Unbeautiful

Stumbling, barely breathing
As omniscient eyes and persuasive grins
Aver their descent 'long flesh horizon.

Become with me
As active shadows on the floor;
Whose play in acts of affection
Are for our insubstantial beings of someday

When just the right stroke of wine,
And a touch of tea
Drops rain
Of lustrous dreams,
For an imaginative sky
Of two thousand tomorrows

And talks in stirring seasons
Take walking views
Through chestnut hues
Before a taste of winter's skin
Piles haste upon my beggar's plate;

And your autumn wool
Unwraps the warmth from around me
Till I myself weep a heather moon-

On my seeing no more
Than mistaken beauty;

Am I
To you.