Is that the moon
At the window so big and red?
No-one in the room?
No-one near the
bed?
Listen, her shoon
Palpitating down the stair!
- Or a best of wings at the
window there?
A moment ago
She kissed me warm on the mouth;
The very moon in the
south
Is warm with a
ruddy glow;
The
moon, from far abysses
Signalling those two
kisses.
And now the moon
Goes clouded, having misunderstood.
And slowly back in my
blood
My kisses are
sinking, soon
To be
under the flood.
We misunderstood!