“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.
My eyes seduce from behind veil of steel.
Your hand extending with burning anticipation.
We touch… Fire to Ice.
Footsteps echo far.
I waltz alone behind the curtain.
We that never was Us deteriorates in dark silence.