It was enough – a glance backward
    As you, the figure of my dreams
(And in my dreams)
       formed still more form
                            in its place.
Yes, you walked as first we shaped ourselves
   In gardens of Eden
          (Before their loss.)
 Triumphant even –
           Your body figured
                    In light and space
And all the street was yours
                             Because of this.
Yet by the time I thought liking mutual
You had gone to ‘office militant'
     To be alone again.