There you stand at that corner,
Curls darker than a darkest night,
Falling to your moonlit shoulders,
Pale white laces of your silky gown,
Fiddling with the cold breeze,
Jolting me with your nightly eyes.
Companions we are,
Sharing the same nights,
Yet I am enamored in your light,
Desperate for your might.
Your gaze lingers like a fresh wound,
Emanating the creeping pain,
From the phantom touch of a cold knife.
Eons passed since we parted ways,
Once I prided in my talent to touch those curls,
Now your visits took a harrowing turn,
And I watch you watch me with nonchalant eyes.
I hear, they sing your songs,
Of the sparkling visions you bring,
For those who possess a fearless heart,
To close their eyes to delve in you.
I've shown you all I have,
I've given you all I can,
Yet you remain aloof there,
A desperate reach away,
Floating farther to the closeness,
But never near, yet never far.
You seduce me with your dreamy stare,
Yet you evade me like a grasp of air,
You bait me with your extended hands,
Yet you deride me with your alluring laugh.
We keep watching all night long,
Passing unblinking glances back and forth,
When the sun kiss my still widened eyes,
A deprived carcass that lives and breathes,
Dreading what went wrong at night,
You giggle and vanish for the day,
Come night, you love this game to play.
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