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You show yourself,
but do not speak.
This happens all the time.
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Would you think
I’d steal away
what we both leave behind?
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And in the wake
we hesitate,
and ponder at the sign.
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Should we greet,
would we seek
something else of kind?
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You go your way,
I go mine;
the secret we both keep.
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And in my bed
it’s you, instead,
I think of when I sleep.
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And when we meet,
you still won’t speak,
but keep your lovely head.
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Oh! but how our eyes do meet,
covertly seeking, sneak a peek;
but in the end we leave, instead —
each to each, our separate beds.

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(revised  12Jan12)

Copyright © 2012 Marvin Loyd Welborn. All Rights Reserved.