VI
The Dark Cup. In a Cuban Garden
 

Hibiscus flowers are cups of fire,
  (Love me, my lover, life will not stay)
The bright poinsettia shakes in the wind,
  A scarlet leaf is blowing away.

A lizard lifts his head and listens --
  Kiss me before the noon goes by,
Here in the shade of the ceiba hide me
  From the great black vulture circling the sky.