Out of deference one demurs
to polite overtures with intent
hidden in the folds of a teasing wit;
such subtleties, usually reserved
for would be lovers, or ancien regime
French aristocrats sipping cognac,
are not the best patterns to inscribe
the confession of a reticent heart.
If one whispers to an absent lover
has one really transgressed at all?
And if I think of you, as I do,
each day after so many years;
yet do not act beyond these words,
can I still say, I am in love with you?
(December 15, 2014)
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