THE MOONLIGHT OR HER SKIN

‘nunc tibi me posito visam velamine narres,
sit poteris narrare, licet!’ nec plura minata
dat sparso capiti vivacis cornua cervi,
dat spatium collo summasque cacuminat aures
cum pedibusque manus, cum longis bracchia mutat
cruribus et velat maculoso vellere corpus

every night before that day,
for months, he had no sleep,
but every night his breath was
caught in his throat, and the
baying of the night hounds
echoed in his ears, and he dreamt
the Huntress looked down
at him from the milky moon,
her blue eyes like clear pools
among the pine forests of his
sleepless dreaming—and after
sleepless nights, when that day
came, he knew he could not
turn his gaze away—

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