Upon your face
and your arms
and hair
smiling down
from warmly frosted fixtures
smiling up
from the diminished form of the oil lamp
touching you the way I wish
I could in that moment
the way we touch
in the dark
sigh of privacy
mingled a lone
creature
on a sepia tone horizon
many look on
in desperate jealousy
as we kiss scandal
into being
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