Soot-Black Sun Love,
Don't recall to me
That night you mounted
My vacuity
And, reaching its apogee,
Shone there always.
All the saints,
Their skins and arrows,
Their eyes and breasts
And pitted palms,
could not absolve
your cruelty.
Don't recall to me
Your striped overalls,
the white lace;
God, let me forget
You shining still
After the Sun rose.