that hidden guilty rivergod of blood.
up, rousing the night to unending uproar.
O the blood’s Neptune, his awesome trident!
O the dark blast of his breast from the winding shell!
into her pure sight come from the purest star?
is the taut bow of his expectation.
does his lip bend to fertile expression.
would shake him, you, who step like an early wind?
hurled into him at the shock of touch.
Call him - you can’t call him back from those dark companions.
himself in your homely heart and grasps and begins himself.
But did he ever begin himself?
eyes the friendly world and averted the strange.
with your slender form you trod back the boiling chaos?
you mixed human space into his night-space.
you set the nightlight, and it shone as if out of friendship.
as if you’d long known when the plank would behave so.
lay neatly what so easily slips, his unruly future.
what hindered inside him the floods of origin?
but dreaming, but in fever: he sank himself.
predatory forms.  How he gave himself up - .  Loved.
terror knew him, winking, was so understanding.
it loosened inside the waters that lighten the seed.
clear destiny: these, girl, forestalled you.
excess. . . . .
Restrain him. . . . .