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at your approach even the mirror bows

coolly you disdain the command to rise

fate’s quill intervenes 

the joy you send through my veins 

apprehends and compels my pen

each hour with you is a new song

let’s not play at being demure

and i will sing softly

and we can dance face to face

in eternity i’ll swim in your lashes

our lips meet before the point is past

nothing less than a new song every hour

and all yours to keep or send away

but let’s not be demure

this love comes on, retreats, returns as the tide

when we meet again a crashing kiss intense

a trembling inhale of breath then again

both adrift in passion’s surging violence

and these new songs each hour

there’s no sense in being demure

i am patient through hours without you

repelling all other temptations

remaining our love’s ravenous revenant

until you arrive and our bodies are the feast

and still new songs every hour

and no call to be demure