Call Back the Curtain
Call back the curtain, containing our kiss,
capturing young heartbeats with all their might.
Crease open the page; no line can I miss.
Within eternity, I reminisce
of the mystery of scenes I recite.
Call back the curtain, containing our kiss,
scarlet like lips lit with starlight's fierce gliss.
Capture twinkling eyes in wooing moonlight.
Crease open the page; no line can I miss.
Balsam cedarwood musk I can't dismiss,
pressed against my breast with, "Farewell, good night."
Call back the curtain, containing our kiss.
Without request of others' stark permiss,
retain vibrant props of charming delight.
Crease open the page; no line can I miss.
As ivy climbs pillars, I hold you tight,
oblivious to forthcoming abyss.
Call back the curtain, containing our kiss.
Crease open the page; no line can I miss.
8-4-22
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