Her smile burned; she didn't know how to do it!
Her hands got lost in his hair.
She lay very still, staring aimlessly
In the dark night, and she was tired.


He threw himself away and moaned for a moment,
Then he would have gone to sleep.
She no longer knew whether he had existed,
Or that she had never remained alone.


Her body glowed under the hot blanket;
The rain quivered against the windows,
It dripped loudly into the garden beyond.


How gladly she had avoided the bed,
In which his drives took her so recklessly,
And had leaned his head against the cold windows.