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I spilled the long awaited troubles

over a silk bedspread

wrinkled by love.

A  future rising above the horizon

of your hazel eyes.

You have warmed me on many a winters night

and brightened my room

with your summer smile.

A compendium of memories

on an antique tureen

that pleasure

painted with your eye shadow.

I think of you dearly

as you

cast a shadow on my mirror

left behind  in a closed room.