A woman works

She spins. She embroiders landscapes
that the dream gives away
When crossing the line
of the forbidding King,
the gaze
and desire are united
On another woman
a woman rubs her moon
of silk leaves
the woods rise
Red is the sail
Nocturnal the ship
The owner of an immense bay,
she lets herself be roamed
by a woman
naked on deck,
she, the moon,
that the moon embraces