"Crazy," said she,
"Do you mean me?"
A dark mood came over the two.
Eyelids slid down
Like fine silk of milk
Over her watery convexities
Like the curtain fall on a parting scene.
Eyelids rose like folded drapery
Such as was carved on classical stone
Such as Rodin had done his kiss
To bring life and bliss to lifeless stone.
Their sharp words like fine chisel cuts
Chipped away the veneer of the overspent words
Showing now the true image of love.
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