The Wind Will Take Us

in my little night, alas
the wind has a tryst with the trees’ leaves
in my little night, there is dread of ruin

listen
do you hear the blow of darkness?
i look as a stranger upon this contentment
i am addicted to self-despair
listen
do you hear the blow of darkness?

at night now something is happening
the moon is bloodshot and anxious
and on this roof that every moment fears its own collapse
clouds, like massed mourners,
seem to await the moment of rain

a moment
and after it, nothing.
behind this window the night is trembling
and the earth is
lagging in its rotation
behind this window one unknown
is worried about me and you
o your head to toe—green
your hands like a burning memory, 
put them in my adoring hands
and your lips like a warm sensation of existence
to the caresses of my adoring lips, commit
the wind will take us with it
the wind will take us with it