I had put away the cat's teeth,
and the blood of what I had to be, and do,
because, darling, I am after all
just caught up, mid-step,
as you are,
in the way of things, and in the set of the stars in their indifferent sky.
Still, there is only one Moon,
and only one for whom I wait softly like this,
all girl and garland, asleep in the ribbon grass.
Soon, the cat will come back,
and with her, the harsh edge of all I must do--
but last night, why was the air so chill,
the Moon so dark?
and where, sweetheart, where