CRINOLINE COMFORT
There was an absence of sun.
The night cold,
You spoke words
To melt me
In a bedroom study
I dripped wax.
Sealed a letter
Called it the end.
When you beckoned me
To crinoline sheets
You smiled because you
Knew you had won.
I smiled because
It made you happy.
I knew I lost.
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