The Devil and the Girl

Long shadows stretch beneath the eaves at the street corner—is that you?

Girl, birds chirp upon your lashes

The sunset traces your jawline

Drops into your wine glass—shed no more sorrow

The evening sun is egg yolk shattered upon the lake
Flowing silently through your veins

This world is a corridor where hidden arrows run rampant

Girl, why do your shoulders beneath your skirt bear such weariness?

Long shadows stretch out—is that you? Might we meet again?

I wish only to gather weariness and languor
And carry away the angel of this world who forgot you
To care for a pure girl who knows me not