My Masquerade

Silhouetted love reveals only a shadow

Able to detect a shape, movements slow and precise

Sometimes though a blur

I can fool you.

Watch me move again I am sly

Obliquity of mime disjunction of mind

But sensuous, passive withheld words in a directed dialogue

Can you help?

I am not alone in this though I only move

I am in your way you have to look

And perhaps you feel an inclement warmth

Watch me fold.

Slowly I crease can you detect my shape?

Assemblage of body pull together my mind

A heartbeat

Are you still fooled?

Now it’s time to come back

A slow twist, a turn but which way should I move?

I feel confused, distorted

What is it that I was?

I can’t remember, I feel a pain

Throbbing, arthritic sensuality ah yes, but watch

A new fold, this shape I have renounced myself

Continuance, my masquerade.

Remember that no amount of money can purchase grace, wisdom and humility. Until tomorrow…

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