The moon is young, hot steaming night
falling stars are coming down
and sweat is running off my forehead
It is dark and I cannot see you face.
Downstairs, below us we hear
squeaking wheels of the night drivers
I love you in this dark darkness
on the top floor of a high-rise
Kiss me, touch me with your lips
with your mashed cherry lips
The moon is young, hot steaming night
The stars are swarming above our heads
The night smells like a late summer
and you like a meadow grass.
Sometimes when a big
neon light flashes
I glimpse at your cat eyes
which cuddle me from the dark
Kiss me, touch me with your lips
with your mashed cherry lips