Quiet as the grave upon which we swore ourselves
Timid like a chittering squirrel, indecisive
Like a housecat lurking about a ball of yarn
Not coiled and ready and strong
Not solemn and steady but wronged
Irredeemable
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And I see you as an ideal
Not an angel or a princess or--
No, simply something to live up to
Something to wish for and never attain
A grail, a snowcapped mountaintop
The tallest tree in the darkest forest
Unassailable
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Yet ... tender is the night
For all our crimes it forgives us
Time after time after heartbreak
How it beckons even now, but I am firm--
And then you bite your lip
And I am lost to your embrace
Irreplaceable
good night, hubski