Apollo's chariot slowly roams among the clouds—
removing the namelessness only twilight can provide,
truncating our secretly familiar bliss to which
the starry night reluctantly played witness:
we were swathed in sin,
an ardent blaze cauterizing our souls.
As you ripped my smile apart with your spade tongue,
we quietly overlooked the fact that our passion has been tainted
by sour falsehoods and restless infidelity.
The dawn called attention to my savage freedom;
as I surreptitiously climb down the whitewashed trellis,
I am careful not to tear the ivy your wife planted