A flick'ring flame, a dancing view:
Lamb-white skin laced with midnight dew;
Labyrinthine veins of marbled blue;
Long lashes closed, a haze of hair
As flamed curls toy with coy night's air,
And apple blossoms jewels she wears.
A languid lid unveils an eye:
Moss and clay evoke, imply...
A cat-like stretch; we watch light die.
A murm'ring smile, no word is said,
Enfolding arms, hand under head:
We'll drown in dreams where time is dead.
I miss her.
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