For Yoyo

If I could doodle you well enough, Either in my imagination or anyone else's, Not to mention in some sweet stone reality, You'd smile so neatly, We'd be in a spin, It'd cheer me up Or on to victory Or out of this dismal daunting dread I'm in, And then maybe we'd break out of this sin together Where mere veneer covers us, thinly like skin, All our beastly blessed ventures-- It'd poke right through this dearth of confession, This yearn and yen, This deadly wedly den of thought Combined with all our thoughtlessness And just desires and desserts.