The title of this book conjures the phrase "pillow talk", the whispered secrets of lovers. It unfolds in slim, careful stanzas and draws on associations with the moon to convey romantic love. "Nude nothing of my whiteness / How you tremble / When I almost touch you." When the lovers depart, beauty and terror converge in a particularly haunting image: "The moon a phantom ship in flames / Without anchor, without time." A worthy ode thast discovers a musing, intense lexicon....magic.