Longing (Pantoum)
We sat alone in the darkened room,
The glow from the doorway dusted the sheets.
Powder light silver haloed your head, touched your face.
I watched you, a willow bough swept in the wind.
The glow from the doorway dusted the sheets.
And the light from the screen painted your face with emeralds.
I watched you, a willow
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