See, I wanted your air to murmur
Me, what breath? Sweet sound,
Falling through the crescents and stirred
Up in rhapsodic heart.
Who are these moons, whose
Are these moons? They belong
To the void, arms of the erotic night
Embracing, bending to her will:
This dance? Moonshine,
The liquored ebriations
Of a lonely heart, drunk
On lust, that lucent amber,
Peetering into crystal moons.
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