Destination, in the land of never enough,
   is the cornice of all I can give / all that I know,
         given over to deep blue sky.

The confirmation of poet is doctor;
   the consummation of doctor is poet.
         I have a black, silk-velvet gown.

In the composite, stranger / oh most intimate
   incarnates the lens, eyes promontory, body oblique.
         Her lover is a dried red rose.