GUEST OF A NIGHT
 
Consider this night a boon
Nothing can be predicted about tomorrow
Where will I go, where my ship will anchor
On what island will be a stopover
Nothing can be said.
 
Tonight is a boon.
I have come to see you briefly
In this scented room
Away from the enraged sea;
My frozen self will be on flame
If your delicate hands will reach for
Your garmentís hooks.