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Here, while l lie still beside your body
Immersed in blankets to harbor this heat-
Rising, falling like beach wash in silence-
In the lane the breeze rustles the dead leaves
But the tip of your tongue makes bold of night
Flickering gently like candles whisper
Your voice delights my ear when you whisper
Arising, moonlight welcomes your body
Waltzing towards the window you greet the night
And in this moment I long for your heat
But what would happen if one of us leaves?
(The other would contemplate the silence)
It is hard to fall asleep in silence
It is more comforting when we whisper
Discussing the season, the scattered leaves
The secret pleasures of your lithe body
Its fragrant nudity, its wondrous heat
The light it emanates into the night
Often I think about some lonely night
When I lay here without you in silence
Bringing blankets from the basement for heat
Speaking your name in naught but a whisper
Wishing myself nearer to your body
Hoping for footfalls in the scattered leaves
(What will I do with myself when she leaves,
Throw on a coat and search throughout the night,
Seeking some evidence of her body?)
Why should I disturb this haunting silence?
Because it is magic when we whisper
Twisted together like snakes for some heat
(But, as for now, I am blessed with your heat
And pay no mind to the sere, rustling leaves)
Let me serenade you with a whisper
That escapes on the wind, pierces the night,
And permeates the dead winters silence,
Breathing chills down your naked body
Your body is not like the fallen leaves
With its heat it burns holes into the night
Inscrutably, like a whisper (silence)