Dream-Confused

Is that the moon At the window so big and red? No one in the room, No one near the bed----?

Listen, her shoon Palpitating down the stair? --Or a beat of wings at the window there?

A moment ago She kissed me warm on the mouth, The very moon in the south Is warm with a bloody glow, The moon from far abysses Signalling those two kisses.

And now the moon Goes slowly out of the west, And slowly back in my breast My kisses are sinking, soon To leave me at rest.