Evangeline

in the heart of your ears of dark blue
your white gown pours burning love, beautiful as snow
as it lies in wait by a small branch

the evening shadows pulling faces who dream
with a nest of mad kisses, to love in the rose
to the evening breeze in each soft corner
sighting around her, his brow terrible and sweet

he melted into you, on the calm black water
at your vermilion lips with soft little shivers
and the murmuring waters love will

i cared nothing for all
i have seen maelstroms eternal
stronger than alcohol lightnings
and gleams of the daylight

in the scented twilight, i hung there