Moonlight fills the
laurels
like music. The moonlit
air does not move. Your
white
face moves towards my
face.
Voluptuous sorrow
holds us like a cobweb.
Like a song, a perfume,
the moonlight.
Your hair falls and
holds our faces.
Your lips curl into
mine.
A bat flies through the
moonlight.
The moonlight fills
your eyes
they have neither iris
nor pupil
they are only globes of
cold fire
like the deers’ eyes
that go by us
through the empty
forest.
Your slender body
quivers
And smells of seaweed.
We lie together
listening
To each other breathing
in the moonlight.
Do you hear? We are breathing. We are alive.
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