The poet is a medical student with a weird sense of humour and spends a great deal of time exploring ways to flourish his cultural insight.
O Darling mine
O darling mine,
Draw those vinelike arms away;
For they are too fragile and too tender.
They lack the strength of tensile chains:
Too soft their splendour.
I want no kisses from a mouth like
The cold moon or frozen snow.
I'd rather embrace your volcano breathed
Fire on my brow.
I care not for the waxlike texture that
Your skin and muscles wear; for wax
Resists not heat, like rock, and
Firmness it wholly lacks.
O darling mine
I gladly would accept your hysteria
Your laughter, your madness
For you are and will always be
Only for me.