Declension     

Politeness     
Mires, burns with      
Incandescent fire    
Rosily blushes stone    
Fruits and frolics through    
Green—green—green    
Gone blue.    
I am acetylene sun    
Flower     
Reconverting unto virgin.    
I am    
Cherubim    
Attending you.    
I am haunt    
Constitutes glue.    
Dearest Sylvia—gold    
Contortions making       
Strict mask manifold—   
I have become    
Methane-hydrate:    
Alive myth   
Furbishing     
Fire twinned ice.