We dined in starlight
    on the dark side of the Moon;
with rich white cloths
     and fine silver spoons.

The silent ghosts
   of our former lives
danced like newborn moths
    above our knives.

And the stars wore white mink stoles.

We shivered in the air.
   It chilled our veins.
We chatted over old dreams,
   still warm in our brains.

The planets quivered
  in the arctic air of space.
I studied your smile,
   your laugh, your face.

All the ice-cold breezes
   swept away your sighs.
All the bone-chilling winds
     gave freedom to our lies.

We dined in starlight
  on the dark side of the Moon.

And the stars wore white mink stoles.