She lays in wait
Disappearing from view
Light like feathers
Sliding into shadow
A tempest in blue
Stormy to the touch
She is finally revealed
Shaded in gray
Pencil-thin like lead
With her veiled sympathy
As zealous as sin
Catching my eye
Tender and shy
The essence of love
Waiting to happen
So brilliantly red
A shine so absolute
Dancing in her gaze
I turn the other way
Torn apart by history
Losing my footing
On this slippery ground
And she does not follow
My fade to black.


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