The moon is dripping a poison over me,
whispering to me of your ruby hair-
Making me drunken with grief
I’m touching the hardness of your silver breasts
Where your heart is stopped and shrunken
Your black dress slips tenderly down your bones,
and lays in crumpled silk at my side
Is the moon lost somewhere, there-
beneath the fairness of your skin?
Your white body glowing beneath the frozen light
The moonlight shall wrap you in thin cobwebs
And that will be your coffin
For you are too lovely to lower into a gaping black hole
The paleness of the moon spills across your sleeping shell
Oh, the emptiness here
Are you dreaming of me?
A fountain from the moon sifts through your hair,
Pieces of the moon in the burning red
Oh, I could cry
Your red hair flowing beneath a silver crown
Your skin becoming so brittle, sheer as the moon
The frailty of your slumbering limbs—

I will stare and stare at the moon
Shivering; haunted; alone
No longer shall I touch,
the hardness of your breasts
No longer shall I kiss,
the coldness of your lips
No longer shall I linger,
in the red of your hair