Show me your secrets
show me your true face
behind the makeup of love.

That smile so painted.
Those seaborn lips 
sudden and promised, 
often open, almost tasteless.
Your skyborn words were 
louder in ink.

It is in retrospect 
that my night 
misses your light.
Tumbling copper rust
waved ardently
in the sky and 
swam through
my void. 

And if I could go back
I'd still ask you to lift 
the veil.

It would be my gift
were I forever 
haunted by Libras.

The End

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