diamonds on your eyes; & under naked limbs, the black

diamonds on your eyes;

& under naked limbs, the black

—little moonbeams of sleeping—

spin threads, bright as morning's light.

All the night's blackening of black,

pulls silently

back..

the softest sky,

sends moonbeams that




to your eye


& on your lips, swatches of fire.

—and creeping,
the still.air;
touches your chin, ——