The verbs are at war. 

Sunbathing splashed with bloodletting,

home-cooked suppers spoiled by rants,

dance partners strung out of step.

To be, do, desire, need, all

warring to draw conclusions,

make predictions

or promises. 

To bloom or shy,

to catapult, synapse, relish

symbiosis of a kind, but then to die of shame,

too bare to bear --

to adore and to abhor,

to defile memory beguiling the enemy --

to whine and pine for --

To bemoan, then atone,

too ill to deal at fortune’s wheel

and so seal with a kiss

every thing that is amiss --

to climb, to divine,

to miss,

   to miss,

to miss