Poem 12

come gather gratuitous grace
only for a few boyish, exalted and
tactful moments of stolen delight
may a wrong thing taste so good
and a nuisance to everybody be
a joyful bliss in leather seats
for a cast of spells and two drops of want
that wins a ride in a slippery slope
even if not all that glitters is gold
an hour of honey gestures
makes the deed but betrays reason
and if time would to still and apologies redeemed
the tale could had not been fully told
addressing time, will, wit to the
hasty but gentle discovery