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You were the first of the guests to arrive
Yet in the corners silent you sat,
Vigilant, watching; ever professional
A grinning assassin awaiting a call.
In swathes and drabs
More guests arrived –
Some stayed, some left, some lost;
Hopeful, joyful, loving –
Fearful, possessive, sorrowful,
And always there was you
Anonymous, dispassionate; waiting
For the word, the catalyst, to come
And then your fingers spread their kiss
With random care and ease
As from the shadows you at last emerged
To leave your mark on me.