Gait sliding easily along
While I tapped my impatience
Behind you.
The marvels behind locked
And frosted doors grinned in
Their secret hidings.
I wanted to peer under their
Dusty doorframes
And fractured hinges to the cold
Marble swirls of their guarded floors.
But each moment I stooped,
Head bend at an unsightly angle
Hand and cheek burnt frozen
And stretched,
Took you further up and further absent
Till your fading beauty could
Only be glimpsed through
Slitted and focused eyes.
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