Ode to a brief encounter.

Leitmotif, you have crept in again,
To add your venom to the white disdain.
From the moon, she resides on the left,
Nutrients to add to the lilium bereft.
Again with the waves, you’ve washed in a dream,
Again with the waves, you’ve brought out a scream.

Kiss me again, under the pale light
And resurrect nostalgia, to my delight-
Like another tenth – another quite sly,
Through other vessels you’ve made me cry

And prickle, and grasp – not unlike my old fear,
For you should have been no more than a peer.
And no one can see the limelight we shared,
You’re probably laughing at this emotion declared. 

And you’re probably glad - you’ve ruined my pattern,
Even for one that descends from underneath Saturn-