We That Never Was Us

“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.


  1. Thank you. I put pen to paper instead of relying on the keyboard for the first time in far too long.

  2. Well, have to say it was a good piece. If paper is all you needed then get some more!!


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