Sleep-jumbled automat woman
scorches naked alabaster thighs
on the burning metal radiator
and falls from top-floor window in surprise
describing an incandescent arc
head over heels through the frozen night
reduced to a concentrated spark
of unthinking self-immolation.
Weightless with a head of full-moon light
at one with the whole of creation
she tumbles out, tit over arse,
because he phoned:"Look at the stars!"
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