Double agent
I spy, with my little eye,
Something beginning with me.
My ego-scrubbed glass of vanity hides
The urge that grows in you to disappear.
Leave behind an uncompleted story,
Steal my memories of sunblessed summer days.
Afternoons hot with transitory fire;
Mornings half-awake, embraced in your arms.
Side by side, hand in hand, finger on lips,
This time, at last, the veil drops from your smile.
I spy, in your little eye,
Something that ended in me.
2 comments:
Interesting: noting the lack of the c mark on Monday, are you happier with this after all then?
No improvements to make, anyway ;o)
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