Silently, beneath the sheet of the night,
In this cold February moonshine,
Take me away;
Walk me behind the cloud curtains
Into our secret bower of love.
Let not even the moon’s footsteps intrude.
Drop by drop, let us burn;
Let me melt–
Into the palms of your hands;
Bitter cold into the feral flame.
My heart is filled with longing sighs–
Which escape, rippling into the air;
Desires enfolded in my many coloured scarves.