Night of four moons
and a single tree
with a single shadow
and a single bird.

On my flesh I seek the
imprint of your lips.
The jet spray kisses the wind
without even touching it.

I bear the "No" you handed me
in the palm of my hand
like a wax lemon
nearly white

Night of four moons
and a single tree.
On the point of a needle
stands my love-whirling round!

-Dead at Daybreak by Federico Garcia Lorca