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Is that the moon / At the window so big and red? / No one in the room, / No one near the bed -- -- ?
Listen, her shoon / Palpitating down the stair? / -- Or a beat of wings at the window there?
A moment ago / She kissed me warm on the mouth, / The very moon in the south / Is warm with a bloody glow, / The moon from far abysses / Signalling those two kisses.
And now the moon / Goes slowly out of the west, / And slowly back in my breast / My kisses are sinking, soon / To leave me at rest.