Distant November

paper thin tissue; 

tonight, warm amber firelight

reflecting in your eyes, so keen,

delightful. How I miss your surprises,

and long flashes of vindictive love 

the beautiful brown eyes, glimpses

trust and shine down those of clear-glass mirrors

that came back last night. You have me on edge -

just tell me what it is, why hide now, carry on 

as before if all is.. one true

tell them it's true.

Don't objectify the situation, tell yourself now

I can't keep on with this. So while letting myself go

loosened ribbons, twindling slow unravelings 

you have me undone, as I long for again

though only if you were standing there

waiting in warm black silence

behind, 

there is my love. 

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