Full of it to the bursting
And needing no more
A brimming song of her devising
A muted reply of her anthem and lullaby, fandago and carol
As if this whistling might overwhelm distant tenders
And press them into love's swelling service
My cloudburst deluges the soundless vessel
Even of her heart
As though she were but a butterfly
And I a blizzard's infinite embrace
