I Was Playing Sonatas On Your Skin - No Beauty & The Beast Scenario Though The Tower Pulchritude Was Intact With Enough Purple Agape Grape Leaves And Ivy For A Fig-Leaved Eve With Wind Wet At The Windows (And Later The Willows), Where Gravelly, Cloven Hooves Became Party To My Thoughts; For You, Blessed With A Triangular Patch, - And Something Like Strawberry - Lay Moist & Woven Into Strict Tapestry Like A Mantle Covering Abrupt Oasis Of Skin (The Better To Peer In). I Scaled The Heights Not Castle Vaults, Mind You, But The Elevator Shaft And Draw-Bridge Equivalent Of A White Charger - Fierce Visor In Place - Armour Gleaming - A Sabre Rattling At My Side Be-Jewelled & Twinkling The Key Clinking There, To Corner Distance (Time & Space) Dragons To Be Dirked And Slain. Fiery Eye, Forked Tails Donut-Sized Scales Plastered As A Calendar Or Shingler Might A Tiled Roof - The Empty Spell Bellerophon Spying His Lady In A Belfry On Driving Home.