Mansion

In the mansion we walk into
the ballroom from opposite ends.
In the ballroom on the parquet

floor there is a table on which
there stands a mansion.
You hold my hand, I hold your hand

and there in the mansion on the table
there is a ballroom we walk into
from opposite ends in cut glass light.

Dance slow and light and solemn,
do not disturb the mansion on the table,
where you hold my hand. I hold your hand

there, in the windows we see
the tremendous sails of your gown
of my morning coat. Your nails

are enormous opals. We dance around
our mansion, cast our shadows upon
our selves. In the windows of a ballroom

the moon is laughing at us, outside
above the tallest trees you hold my hand,
I hold your hand. We dance to music

so above and so you hold my hand, I hold
your hand, there is music in a mansion
and we dance and there we dance and there.