Oblique lights slip from the fixed city lamps
And, mixed with shadows of leaves, cut in long shafts
Perspectived sidewalks. Two lovers stroll
Arm folded in arm, their foot-steps fall
With faint ventriloquism, their shadows ray
About them, since their diune bodies form
Projections for two arc-lights, a high moon,
And one satanic motor. Their shadows move
Gray, flat upon the pavement with intersections
Dark as a ring of thorns and sharp as well,
Sweet lovers, finger-and-thumb of Venus, moving
Through criss-cross lights, sweet lovers moving
With slow ventriloquial steps.