Dance harlequin's ballet
an icy china mask
that shows no skin
no eyes to read,
to dream upon
just movements
of the hands
a curl of fingers
saying yes or no
please come
please go
a toe tap saying
meet me
dance with me
fantastic light
and airy
in my arms
a sloping shoulder
says perhaps
or never
body language
hamstrung
by the shuttered eyes
that should speak volumes.
the masks we wear
become us over time
cannot release
the innocence
the feelings
that they shield
unmask at midnight
join me in the danger
of a feeling
if you dare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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