upon viewing a Charles Demuth skyline for the first time

 
 Sapphire   sunlight falls and the wind     is rose   scented
     O Sweet San Simeon.

She Sighed   and pined around the world
  to whirl my Charly Demuth skyline a'blur
       and crow'd but good   over the harbor
   to cover in taffies of sound and forever,
       like vines of vistas atop vistas
atop hulking Hearstian villas    
 bulking   swirls of soft swell     and Her
smooth smooth    paisley pearls,
 and perfect lines strutting tippy-top o'mine ,
and   lips which lock  and curves curves curves curves.
 
&&&&&&&&&&
swiftly, wistfully
 my whiskey eye slurs  
and elastic tongue electrically upon
a skin that should be yours but I IIIII cant be sure O
   where dear self is concerned

or concealed in these  traces of her
or your
metaphysics of motion
and mine momentous endless solitude
broken for a flourish of a moment
       & racing and erasing  quickly calm as thieving thieves  can be.
       (my secret,
   P.S.,  i said,
      my thoughtless heart)

   which claims insatiable hours    for itself
     -----and twirls in twilight
whats to a'void them dirges of   barges
     ofwhich the harbor holds
      each to each-other  so close
     like fine lovers should mmmhmm
oh oh oh O oh oh
and O All my kingdom comes, do you know, at such a cost you'd spin
neither heads nor tails of it Friend O cagey friend,  

but her sonata of sand is hitching skirts just now   &  
       fingertips  tripped
     down  -
     town

   down and up and
    down again  

like cigar smoke in a mazy wind,

like harried gentlemen in overgrown o'ercoats
who are always coming in
from the rain much too late
too late

or near enough anyways
to make no difference anyways.