Bedroom Tales – Published in Vita Brevis

Come, red carnations stain the sheets
And candles flicker in the heavy silver
Red wine is breathing in the crystal glasses
Fine lace is flowing in the alcoves like a river.

Come, watch the shadows playing on the wall
When aromatic air is resting on the pillows
The Siamese is purring in her basket
And bowls are filled with reddish tamarillo.

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Bedroom Tales (I)

Come, red carnations stain the sheets

And candles flicker in the heavy silver

Red wine is breathing in the crystal glasses

Fine lace is flowing in the alcoves like a river.

 

Come, watch the shadows playing on the wall

When aromatic air is resting on the pillows

The Siamese is pouring in her basket

And bowls are filled with reddish tamarillo.

 

Now, please, don’t move, the cat is sleeping

And dreams of guarding pharaoh’s tomb.

Don’t talk, you’re here just to listen

The jacaranda’s magic bloom!