Nicole D'Settemi

Gold Star - 6,188 Points (June 25th / Niagara Falls)

Holy Smoke & Mirrors! - Poem by Nicole D'Settemi

A magician, my master
All that smoke, the way I'd dance
As it curled around my waist
You, your eyes, they watched every movement
You were a glorified, sexual, spy
The Theatrical role in the novel I was composing.
Who I was inevitably going to love
Isn't that how all these predictable stories end?

I see you now, watching
Watching, watching
I was so busy gracefully spinning,
I was so busy gently typing our destiny,
The the click of another button
Penning our romance into history.

I wonder now-
About all that smoke, those mirrors.
I thought I was the one producing magic.
Little did I know
I was the mystic who fell for another
Magician's magic.

As you tugged for one more roll of smoke.
My body in rhythm right along with it.
Really, the dance of death. Of Beauty.

Still, how I loved that story.

© copyright 2019Holy Smoke & Mirrors! Nicole D'Settēmi

Topic(s) of this poem: breaking up, love, love and life, relationships, seduction

Form: Free Verse

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 15, 2019

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 4, 2019

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