Away.
I’ve taken
hold of my loss
To rewrite
it, softly, over my heart
Refreshing
start
But oh, the
nights I still long
To see a
little light
Lively,
midst the trees
To think of
you
Coming
strongly to me
And I,
perfumed in all you loved best
Would greet
you half-shy
Inside that
novel atmosphere
I’ve
resisted calm invitations
As he pulls
to spin me inside his arms like satin
For too
soon I will pool upon the floor
To squander
(equally) his charm and
Time in a
cruel example of my wanting just you
Oh love, I
might be upon a hill
In a cabin
stretched so far beyond the drive
That it can
barely expect to be seen
If only by
one being
Who knows
exactly why.
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