When the nights were tempestuous or very dark
These great big sheets would disintegrate
I'd scarcely make your side my dwelling-place
Spectre out of the room, through the hall, into the park
Under a molten sky, beyond the grass, we wait
My bedraggled face
Drunk of whiskey to ease the sporadic space
The fevered plastics that seal your body
Dissipating in a violet chase
Tonight a special memory serves me

Where I
Over the sharp edges of the slate-rock, glittering with a prize
Boisterous attempts to restore the spirit of the evening
When she was pounding on the wall
One had seen me enter the hall, yet there i was in the midst of them
Removing the stones and burying myself underneath them
My red and white mouth blew a putrid scent, hovering my pampered lament