Paramour
I watched the yellow
ripple in your reflection,
and as it danced on water
it was mirrored in sense
Dreams quivered
in plunging tears
but a falling stars
rare effulgence
revealed this sub rosa
That tripping shadow
moving into the night
carries your secret
bound into desire,
a paramour of night
Still, watching,
her bowed head stitched
into the shadows edge
always regretting the stab
of never knowing love
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