Adele

To every  sage Adele and every alloted share of bust and marbre
  I've ever seen your like receive,

with the cutest plaster phrase to ever emanate from the mouth of Art
  as I'd lain with her from day to day--

admirably made as she was to maddeningly blush
   and part her speech into mice and cheese--

to you and every fake femme Van Dyke, Seurat with neighboring fine
  armloads of grape-by-the lake  I've ever tasted

I once made the mistake to say, working towards a bit of amitie:

"look! both mind and hearts lose in the work since you don't need either
 and never retain over yourself the spark of it, in fact,

unaware of the proprietary rights of any of even the most
infinitesimal part of Art-"

and saying that, sometimes one of us grins, & sometimes a drying up
 of love &;lust of a dry irrecoverable type--

 able to say "amen", at last, to lust and bust"