I remember all our secret meetings Our deception Your masque hugging your porcelain features so delicately, The ebony, silken threads hiding you from all but me
I remember all the night-sent letters Our affair “If kisses could be sent by letter,” you wrote, “you could read my words with your lips.”
I remember all the energy you had Our lust the way your eyes would light up when you saw me, the sparkling blue like sky and sea tossed together
I remember when you were alive Our pain The expression you held as the blood dripped from the wound Inflicted by your wife’s poison-thorned rose
I remember
I remember
The End.
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