Shadow Plant

With candlelight your splayed, spidering limbs
Draw out.
What is wall-bound, behind you,
Looms quiet,
Latecomer.
Inside the window, inside the convoluted crowd of one
Last love.
We deviate as true, as rendered.
Continuous.

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