Larkin's GN.267

I've heard it can be improper to inquire of a lady's age; I hazard a guess that she may be around 60. Dare I venture to add she still rides well? For Tula A sea for the psyche writhing within mecurious In a snapshot; still and taut, lighting caught and dismembered But in her natural, perilous, reigning state, her broad hips - a mast; and as such, lash me unto them so there installed may I be, at each heave and thrust, in lolling, delirious harmony