The bright complexion of a distant girl
Surrounds my night with a subtle hope
Shades drift like continents, hiding,
from a meaner sun of longing.
Lonelyness can cover any distance.

Love could hardly cover one man
under one sheet.
No bed is soft enough, the twisting
and turning of our souls at night
throws us around like rag-dolls.
Sometimes over a sea and even
to awakening the cold
floor with your warm body.

All of a sudden fear and day.
Who has forgotten whom?