Love In Patagonia

Forgetting her mauve vows the Fania fled, Taking away her moonlight scarves with her-- There was no joy left in the calendar, And life was but an orchid that was dead. Even our pious peacocks went unfed-- I had deserved no treachery like this, For I had bitten sharp kiss after kiss Devoutly, till her sleek young body bled.

Then Carlo came; he shone like a new sin-- Straightway I knew pearl-powder still was sweet, And that my bleeding heart would not be scarred. I sought a shop where shoes were sold within, And for three hundred francs made brave my feet, And then I danced along the boulevard!