Steady space between us lie
to catch the thought of my soft eye;
Enough for cooling satisfaction
of my deathly hungry vision.
Reluctant eyelids do not blink;
reluctant eyes do fear to sink.
The only gift of which I dare
to offer up: this starving stare.
Your crystal blue of autumn fates
coins to me my pretty face;
Thus melt beneath your warming glare
To be so close to touching dreams.
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