If it came about you died
It might be said I loved you:
Love is an absolute as death is
And neither bears false witness to the other
But you remain alive

No, I do not love you
Hate the word
That private tyranny inside a public sound
Your freedom's yours and not my own:
But hold my separate madness like a sword
And plunge it in your body all night long

If death shall strip our bones of all but bones
Then here's the flesh and flesh that's drunken-sweet
As wine cups in deceptive lunar light:
Reach up your hand and turn the moonlight off
And maybe it was never there at all
So never promise anything to me:
But reach across the darkness with your hand
Reach across the distance of tonight
And touch the moving moment once again
Before you fall asleep