Such sober looks carry lustful suspense
As daylight spins like crystals - rainbow clear -
And open as a shining hazel mirror.
You tremble through the field and o'er the fence,
My cheeks alight with phantom felt events
Until between two cotton sheets, my dear,
Your gentle hands, e'en softer lips appear
To clarify again my clouded sense.
But lonely are the drunken nights that fall
And steeped with sweat the hem of untouched gown.
I watch your ghost in smoke rings walk the hall,
So weary of the dead, I roll the stone
Away and paint a smile above my frown
And stumble through the streets 'til I fall down.