me stay; tomorrow finds
all resolutions unfulfilled;
eyes possess a strange
demonic sadness and
sensuous lips bear a
child-like innocence;
matchless beauty enhanced
in satin curls siphoning
my longings for the morning light;
mistress, mine alone,
you, I do adore;
your grasp conveys past
memories of times spent
weeping with lost
reticence for this new
found way of life;
pass the tiny capsule
of your passion that
was long since put
to rest; maybe someday
you will wonder of the
stillness given me this night.
November 1975
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