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“When I get you alone…” –old song
Love desires privacy.
I understand you less and less
The more we are intimate.
I see more of you in rumor,
Less of you in the eye.
Privacy demands more privacy.
The public becomes a spy.
How bitter to find
Love is not a picture
You bring home
But a picture-spoiling mind.
I know you less and less.
Your public beauty
Is a private guess.
I would know you,
But beauty is an intimacy that owns—
Covering to undress.
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