The Poetry Corner

The Alien

By Aldous Leonard Huxley

A petal drifted loose From a great magnolia bloom, Your face hung in the gloom, Floating, white and close. We seemed alone: but another Bent o'er you with lips of flame, Unknown, without a name, Hated, and yet my brother. Your one short moan of pain Was an exorcising spell: The devil flew back to hell; We were alone again.