No ghosts tonight
untouched that Chopin tools
Marbled; no head
across my arm in peace,
Tranquil-sighed—smoke
on wine; nor grief
Aged dreams to
mix with mine, to follow fools
In
tenderness. No diminished cells
Anonymous, empty
faced, cameoed
In pain-dyed-days
before this wave cold
Shadowed
cliff-hung-hope, my love compels.
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