East

I rest at her table,
she dances out East,
I turn the virgin pages
which she leaves me
to read,
this she has chosen,
to touch me, again,
I am left here
in her empty domain:
a last gripped kiss,
and clear instructions,
but I am no good
as a good companion.

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