Captain Cur

(England)

Epic of You, Act III


Let me describe you;
blonde hair, short and fragrant,
soft bluish green eyes
dreamy yet captivating.
You have an easy,
recognizable outward persona,
approachable within reason,
but turbulent inside
like a rumbling volcano
bubbling with latent possibilities
and thrilling discoveries.
Perfectly proportioned
with a body and face that compliment
and demands a double take.
You are into the arts.
You are a dancer.

I am a second rate actor
looking for my big break.
You took my bit part
and gave it scope and density.
Standing on that stage
I am enlarged by your presence.
Small wonder I am in love with you.
I never played opposite a star.
I never played opposite such beauty.
I never had a chance to make it big.

(End of Act III)

Submitted: Sunday, February 17, 2013

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