A Lone Strip of Moonlight Shines Upon the Bed

The room was made up like a Renaissance painting
Lit evocatively like a noir detective film
They'd never closed the curtains, never dimmed a light
But there was a first time for everything that night
And a lone strip of moonlight shines upon the bed
And a lone strip of moonlight shined directly on their heads
In the dim light, in a long embrace
They looked across the bed at an animal's face
They were coherent but they were swine
A brand new skull upon a human spine
And a lone strip of moonlight shined upon the bed
And the lone strip of moonlight transmogrified their heads
In the evening when the moonlight's strong
You don't want to lay there in the moonbeams too long
It was like Noah's Ark above the neckline
Animal skulls upon the spine
Found new positions and new techniques
Found it hard to kiss with mandibles and beaks
They're drinking coffee in an insect's den
If only Kafka could've seen them then
Their friends all went off to live human lives
In human beds with their human wives
Drop the bathrobes with a wink and a nod
Bask in the moonrays as a cephalopod
And a lone strip of moonlight shines upon the bed
And the lone strip of moonlight transmogrified their heads
And they throw the curtains open one final time
And the lone strip of moonlight melted them to slime