White curtains and Crimson Silhouettes

Cheating

Pinch my pennies and purchase myself some
long white curtains;
To cover my windows tonight, to cover my
windows, to hide my pillows/

I'm browsing for that fabric that won't cast
a shadow;
I'm ransacking racks of that ancient thread
woven in Egypt/
To cover my windows tonight, to cover my
windows and to hide all of my pillows/

I'm inquiring over seas for that foreign
Fabric that the wind won't penetrate while my
window is open;
I'm swindling imported tapestry that will
conceal my insides white/
Until after that hour before the candle light burns out;

And coming forward in the final flickers, a
full focus and the wretch of two figures that have met/
Leaving two crimson silhouettes before the
dark and the dawn, that renders my pillows wet.

Author's Note

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[Ankhesen Mié]

Ohhhhhhhhhhh.

"Until after that hour before the candle light burns out;
And coming forward in the final flickers, a
full focus and the wretch of two figures that have met/
Leaving two crimson silhouettes before the
dark and the dawn, that renders my pillows wet."

Heavens, Water; you have this amazing way of ending your poems on a bang. It's unexpected because you open so calmly, so smoothly.