Honey and Wine

In the city, the moon, smoothing the sheets,
draws us with a stub of charcoal
as asphalt grows tired of shining day after day—
and you and I will find another canvas...


Today we again could not bear
to fall asleep apart in that long, still dark:
in our beloved studio—in our bed......
We paint a picture of honey and wine......


There, the sea blooms like tempting lilac
in the distant gaze of wine-dark shores,
and holds the course of a great honey-laden ship
under the whispers of waves where "oh" and "ah" reign.....


We are caught in a sweetness, drunk and treacherous,
in a honey-wine tangle of feeling.....
And the sun, its first modest ray of gentle, cool light
will catch the fruit of our intoxicating art.....