Don’t show me your delights

            Let them arise unbidden

            From the snows, the quietude,

            The ordinary

            Like a snatch of song at deathbeds

            Or a rascal mirth

            Forget the scaffolding and prayers

            And taming seas with ingenuity,

            The sinew and the vise of love

            I’d rather spume and froth,

            Majestic play, the tangled veil and 

            Slowly, with a grin,

            Your loosening

            From nothing, everything