"And therefore what I throw off is ideal—
Lower’d, leaven’d, like a history of freemasons;
Which bears the same relation to the real,
As Captain Parry’s voyage may do to Jason’s.
The grand arcanum ’s not for men to see all;
My music has some mystic diapasons;
And there is much which could not be appreciated
In any manner by the uninitiated."
---Lord Byron, Don Juan, XIV
Revise the poems: you need not render
each detail you fancy. The eyes' starwatch, tender,
the shy smile fall of vivacious, though surreptitious flirt,
the shoelessness, the implicit, but real need
for a certain kind of expressed affection
(that defies the imposition of societal expectation,
and refuses to be alined in that too tedious direction).
Those who receive these poems, and who will read
them properly will recognize the love that they assert
and receive it as an offered intimation.
What is not described in full will be brought to completeness
(like semi-sheer socks, and released comet-tails of sweetness)
by their appreciation
of the exquite encounter, and the eager e'lation.
J-Called