Letters Undelivered and Never Returned

I.

Dear Madam Butterfly how did you
Offer such tunes too delirious to be true
Before you saw the flesh which might be begging
orbs of pithy sweat hallucinatory as dew
If only my written words meant so much to you
Why did you set out rules before the bout assumed
And you threw up the board ’cause it didn’t begin
A story which would have started well with you
But I’m always leaving towns before I am through
We can pick up feelings but events, we can never choose