Are always the hardest part of the end
When you get out from me
And erect yourself like a brazen animal
Alive and earthy, ambulating to the door
And your pants slip on and socks and shirt and shoes
And the angry neighbor squealing like a reverse portent
While you continue your fumbling quest
As I untie from your arms into a walk
With a hand purposely behind the ear
As the sun floats east in a rippling wave
Tuscan lanes full of wandering lovebreaks
And I would like you, to get off of one knee
And take this finger from my ring, replace it in your box
And your eyes, to never see me in the beginning
Introduction, are always the easiest part
If there is nothing to introduce.