Blue rain from a clear sky.
Our world a cube of sunlight——
but to the south
the violet admonition
of thunder.

Innocent as flowers,
your eyes with their thick lashes
open in green surprise.

What have we to fear?
Frost and a sharp wind
reproach us,
and a tall sky pelts the roof
with blue flowers.

You and I in bed,my love,
heads leaning together,
merry as thieves
eating stolen honey——
what have we to fear
but a borrowed world
collapsing all about us
in blue ruins?

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