IT IS TOO HOT TO SLEEP

It is too hot to sleep.
I watch the moonlight
Creep across the bedclothes.
And I remember
On a night such as this
That I did not step out through my gate.
And I remember
Not stopping by her little board house
Where the road
Twists away from the sea,
And climbing three steps
Knock softly on her door.
And I remember
That her breasts did not
Tip dark against the thin cloth
Of her nightdress.
And I remember
That we did not
Make love on the bare mattress.
I lie here awake
And the moonlight has
Touched your face.
Asleep you know nothing of this.
And I lie here awake
Deep in the grace of Africa.