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
