I keep a safe distance from this,
But sometimes at night, especially in Autumn,
When clouds are roiling across the moon,
I remember that moonlight on her face,
Her breasts rising and falling with her breathing
As she slept, there in the still room,
The one by the harbor, our harbor,
The room with the window looking out
On the fishing boats bobbing, the stars dancing,
On the midnight waves.
Her sleeping face, her breast,
And swiftly, silently, deadly,
The knife goes in.
NB: In Japanese, the word tsuki means both “moon” and “assassin”
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