Waltzing with a second

Once again, my eyes

Chose the better you,

Already the apple

Of a different affection,

Catching a faint glimpse

Of this walking dream of mine,

As it softly descends

The realm of a sullen Hades.

I am out of coins

So I am lending my skin

To his beast

To shelter each ailing head

Into submission.

One of these days,

It will go for the heart,

To weave on a beadless string

Of purple sockets

And lead me into blindness

By its trifty touch-

An appreciation that verged

On awe.

The light seems delayed

Yet, your eyes

Coiled at the feet of darkness,

Flicker more lively than the mane of snakes.


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