Lamps replace moonlight
But you are inescapable.
The sun rises, spreading over
Grass and birds and buildings,
Lovers with greater fortune than we.
The sun rises on you.
I see you now,
Though you cower.
Walking out, dressing, joking, avoiding.
Eyes devouring, but you look away.
Eyes burning into your coat.
How can you expect still to hide?
But your feet carry you away.
There are no goodbyes.
I had you, once--
And you remain beautiful.
That is secret even now.
