Thy ebriection does not chill my mind,
O bausond love: I’ll wait on thee about;
And to thy undinism I’ll be blind—
And yet, unleal, thou hast now shut me out.
Would I could melt thy lapidescent heart!
Would that thy xenial self would raise the latch!
Thy callipygous form awakes my part
Leaves me pallescent, in my voice a catch
For thou art centrobaric in my sight,
Thou hylophagous, kerygmatic creature!
I long to gleekly hopple you at night
That I might deek your ev’ry dromic feature.
Unseel me, love! I’ll dree to you,
And I shall swear I’ll never be untrue.
Outeast
The poet is in sequipedalian mode which gives this sonnet a certain cryptic charm, though a charge of clever-cloggery might be justified. Several of the words were unfamiliar to me; those I checked do exist but are not always used appropriately. Does his love really have dromic features (in the shape of a race-course or the basilican type of Eastern churches)?
