Indigo Bulb Of Darkness Punctured By Needle Lights Through A Fissure Of Brick Canyon Shutting Out Stars, And A Sliver Of Moon Spigoting Two High Windows Over The West River.... Boy, I Met To-Night, Your Eyes Are Two Red-Glowing Arcs Shifting With My Vision.... They Reflect As In A Fading Proof The Deadened Eyes Of A Woman, And Your Shed Virginity, Light As The Withered Pod Of A Sweet Pea, Moist And Fragrant Blows Against My Soul. What Are You To Me, Boy, That I, Who Have Passed So Many Lights, Should Carry Your Eyes Like Swinging Lanterns?