Love Poems and Others/Dream-Confused

​DREAM-CONFUSED

   Is that the moonAt the window so big and red?No one in the room,No one near the bed——?
   Listen, her shoonPalpitating down the stair?—Or a beat of wings at the window there?
   A moment agoShe kissed me warm on the mouth,The very moon in the southIs warm with a bloody glow,The moon from far abyssesSignalling those two kisses.
   And now the moonGoes slowly out of the west,And slowly back in my breastMy kisses are sinking, soon   To leave me at rest.
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