แถมบทกวีให้อ่านกันเป็นแนวทาง แต่เสียดายว่าอาจารย์หาที่มายังไม่เจอตอนนี้ แล้วจะบอกว่าใครเป็นคนเขียน
you are the lion in my sleep.
I dream. you come. hungry and still.
tail stiff in the air.
hold me between your paws
sniff my strange gypsy smell
and my lips form a secret smile
dredged from my sleeping silence,
lying on the sand
under the bright gut-hungry moon.
the desert wind blows cool--
cold feet thrust naked from my skirt--
my splendid multi-striped madras caftan.
the jug is empty from which I have drunk warm wine.
my mandolin lies abandoned having played too much to my drunken song
of the lion awake in the desert night
to stalk the full moon.
I am dreaming you lion
with your white moon-full eyes watching me.
I rise, hungry to touch you.
take your splendid mane in my fingers
your pale mane. white. in the moonlight.
fluffed by the desert wind.
and we are together. one. as
oh. oh. oh. the moon dies.
slipping. over the dunes. into dark.