boy,
jealous boy,
i'm crazy in love
with you,
if i tremble like a
a february leaf,
gold and brown
on the black branched
beech hedge,
where the snow's
fragile kiss melts
the night into
whispers,
and the wind,
wild with its
northern chill,
flutters those
leaves, blanched
like our love-starved
lips of
colour,
beneath a sky
of midnight's sea,
then i would melt,
like this sky
of midnight's sea,
crazy in love,
with my boy
of grey clouds,
who sweeps the
crying sea, with
strange whispering,
who kisses me so
beautifully in his arms
that i sigh and cry and die
for his love,
boy,
jealous boy,
i'm crazy for
your love,
like a star
glistening in the deepening
night where the
nightingale sings
and the grey clouds
drift forever in their
stream-like dream.