Date.

And it is coming round
Like the pointed arms
Of that dancer on telly
Tick-tick-tick
I know it's a nasty programme
But I was moved.

Although you are now
Twenty girls ahead
And I may have touched
A few boys here and there,
Can I say
You remain a tide mark

No, that's wrong -
A bench mark
A skid mark
A black mark
On the blot book
My rorschach love.