Friday, September 25, 2009

Dark-Haired Evelyn

That night I brought you
The Andean gold.
A queen you were so
I placed it

Around your slender neck
And on
Your small exquisite wrist.

You wept because it was
A parting gift.
Not much later however
You had found

A new love and once more
You were happy.
Perhaps you knew too well
The longing of the lonely.

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