On a rainy day, amid a ray chanced dimly,
May I lie in hair, dreamily?
Calm in my yearn and mild in my need,
Can he drain me hand in hand in rhyme and creed?
Dear Michael, read my eye—I admire and dread—
Nicely cradle in arm my head.
Leader, derail mine enemy, an army led red in-
Chained in canary cream dreams, male-lean and leaden.