By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the 2

together in their sleep will defeat the darkness

Like a double drum in the forest, pounding

against the thick wall of wet leaves.

Night travel: black flame of sleep

that snips the threads of the earth's grapes,

punctual as a headlong train that would haul

shadows and cold rock, endlessly.

because of this, Love, tie me to a purer motion,

to the constancy that beats in your chest

with the wings of a swan underwater,

so that our sleep might answer all the sky's

starry questions with a single key,

with a single door the shadows had closed