Feeble
dimmed steps,
Irradiated
my eyes
Quilt’s beneath;
Awakened me
From lust in
ream,
And broke the
infatuated dream.
I moved to
see,
I heard some
heart throbs;
I found a
lonely me.
It looked
like day;
Or may be
moonlight,
I say.
Fog with
desire,
Impounded
with ire,
Showed its
love,
On my glassy
window;
Their sexual
intimacy,
Was there at
show;
Passion in
their cosmos,
Which I couldn’t
mow.
