Variation on the Gothic Spiral

Now especially, each flower moves
Me until I am distraught with a desire
To look upon
The flowering virgins, who think on their loves

While naked in the secluded pool,
Splashing their bodies with the private water.
Half of my spring
Is desire: I am a dream wound on a spool

For safer keeping. There is multiple need
For unreeling and shimmering in the sun
Like a cobweb,
For gazing at girls while I uncurl like greed.