In Aubergine Ochers - Poem by Patti Masterman
In aubergine ochers I painted your eyes,
And smiles that your smooth lips would wear in disguise.
Eclipsed by the dark of your eyes, are my dreams;
Your words floating round, that my own being sings.
In time I would learn all your body's warm contours,
Or could touch the whole length of your form, sans detours.
I know I must stay very far from your face,
Otherwise I'd devour you, with but one taste.
Let no tears ever fall, from you for me;
I could never withstand that tragedy;
Your pity would turn my world inside-out,
And all self control and discipline rout.
I can safely live here only at distance,
With all your compassion still just a pittance.
Don't lift your hand; don't touch my ice-
Unless you are willing to pay full price.
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