roman figures
roman numbers
on the wall
written I saw
yesterday they were not there.
when against the wall
I pressed you dear
the wall; blank
was there;
no figures
Roman figures
but now numerals
since last night
some hand placed
on the same wall
silence
silence
and sweet whispers
kisses sweet
and yearning
words
words of love slow
sensuous turning
echoes fading and
re-starting
sound of kiss after
sweet kiss
but to-night
was that, my love
now
there's silence:
save
for a rare distant
foot-step proud
and strong but
once passed fading
in the dark
in the night
fading
fading, love....
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