Silver – stanza 28.2

“Allison,” he said. She looked over. “Silver.”
She blinked and her composure began to fail
A long year of separation snapped to an end
Only hours after she’d realized he was gone
I stood a few feet away, lost in my love
For her as she recognized this man she clearly
Loved, more than she loved me, although
They were only just now meeting, we’d
Known each other for centuries and more
I watched as I kissed Allison, every day
Of the long year melting in our lips touch
Courlain erupted, racing over screaming
Cursing and blaspheming as he thrust Malinov
Away from his protégé, taking a look
At the intruder and shouted, “You!”
“Randolph,” said Allison though we knew
Him by a different name, “Stop pretending”
“I will have you again,” he said racing
Away; Tasha appeared with a touch
“Malinov, go get him before he hurts himself
Silver, are you with us again, is that what
I’m to believe from Courlain’s histrionics?
I guess his scheme didn’t play out
According to his egotistic machinations
He’s always like this when he doesn’t
Get his way, look at him, how high
He’s climbed, I would have thought he’d
Have fallen by this time, there he goes
Again, Hey, Malinov! Go to her!

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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