I dream of that
dusk,
When I shall see
you in black,
No jewel but silver,
No thread other
than black,
A line of kohl on
your eyes,
No additions, no
editions,
Those honest lips
which never lie,
No treachery, no
seductions,
Not exclusive yet
special,
Incredible yet
mortal,
I wonder my love
what,
Thou shall appear
that eve,
When thy arms I
grab,
And this world I
leave.
From My Poems: Twenty Ten
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