In the eternal frolic of sun and moon
Breathes the drench of hunger,
Caressing between desire and passion
A bottomless gleam.
I remember dreams of morning,
Gentle and island kissed
By an evening smile,
And I remember the flicker
Of entwined fire,
Wedding the whisper of blood and angel.
Sleep is a perfume wanting the flesh
Of beds and candles.
It worships wine doves
And haunts chocolate drunkenness
With a mating of love and luck.
Some gods bleed champagne;
Others devour vast bouquets,
But they all cherish the glisten
Of life unwound to naked,
The unleavened loaves of forever’s skin.