Dusk Yearning

If the black nighthas already come closeI want to saygood-bye, my melancholysits beside youYour skirt slowly departsThe yearning in the foreheadbegins to driftYour mouth is another kind of objectFeelings of desirefade into silenceYour body innocent and primal as beforeconcealing ancient mysteries

Oh, to be alone like thisI want to sit for a centuryforgetting the passage of timeremembering former affections