The death of the lovers

We will have beds filled with light perfumes,

divans as deep as tombs,

and displays of exotic flowers

which have bloomed for us under fairer skies.

Vying to use up their final heat

our hearts will be two huge torches

reflecting their double light

in the twin mirrors of our two spirits.

On an evening that is all mystic blue and pink

we will exchange a single lightning-flash

like one long sob, laden with farewells;

And later, an angel, nudging open the doors,

will enter, faithful and joyous, to revive

the tarnished mirrors and dead flames.