Unnamed

Ah. It is you.

The lover named.

And yet we did not meet before that day.

Invited, at my side you seized a place

So quick in gifting words

That my departure would delay.

My ego flattered

By well-chosen twists of phrase

The subtext combed, alluding,

To seduce and hold —

A master of your craft.

Enticed. Unwittingly myself I find

Reciprocating to your honeyed notes in kind.

No. Temptress. I am not yet caught. Await.

Such reckless lovelorn folly is not mine.

Yet when your gaze is fixed upon the stage

My spirit soars and at your will I twine,

Embracing boundless depths — one aim in mind:

Adoring. Your devotion to engage.

Mine even in your absence… untamed muse —

I grow afraid of what in loving I might lose.

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