If she were standing naked by the window

Staring off at the light of concentration yards

Across the river and the same light were dancing

Like blue savages down the lines of her body

Turning just so while tin music of a distant radio falls

Like snow falling through the weary radiance of street lights –

If I could walk down that dangerous alley between her arms

Drawn to her mouth as if it were full of moonlight

And touch her skin with everything standing in back of my skin -

If spring were something more than this obscene paroxysm of desire

Like magnolia petals falling through the weary radiance of street lights –

And if tonight were going to be the end of everything, love,

We would inherit everything else: snow, moonlight,

Radio music that wasn’t meant for us,

Magnolia petals and blue savages

And how we made everything burn