“O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?”
~William Butler Yeats, Among School Children
Why do we dance this charade?
You cloak your words amid the blindingly beautiful plumage of a peacock’s narcissistic strut. Tapping around innuendo, I coerce from you one feather… then two… masquerading behind false confidence.
You taunt with promise.
I feign indifference.
We tease the unknown.
I curtsy.
My eyes seduce from behind veil of steel.
You bow.
Your hand extending with burning anticipation.
We touch… Fire to Ice.
I melt.
You mock.
We pause…
Footsteps echo far.
Illumination dims.
I waltz alone behind the curtain.
We that never was Us deteriorates in dark silence.
Wow, rock on girl.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I put pen to paper instead of relying on the keyboard for the first time in far too long.
ReplyDeleteWell, have to say it was a good piece. If paper is all you needed then get some more!!
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