If you cannot see the sun
If you cannot taste her beauty
The girl whose voice is rich as stars
Her beauty sharp as blood-red roses
Her lips soft and berry-ripe
Her eyes round like sad kisses
Juice of fruit squeezing softly
Warm wet deliciousness
I never asked if I should live
I never asked if you should live
I never asked you or I to live
As I try to kiss the Moon
As your lips seem to be the Moon
And your eyes enter Her eternity
And your soft silk envelops everything
That was what I found it was
So different from all they had told me
I didn`t love the boxes and stairs
I loved her hair and her perfume
And I loved the sun, the moon, and stars,
And translucent water in a pool,
And music drifting through the air
Like coloured ripples in visible ether
I did not love the square staircase
Nor the trumpet-lies nor guns