You come to my porch step with Halloween eyes
reeking of mystery beneath your disquise
come inside
Your aura precedes you
you step through the door
your footsteps of moon dust
distract from the floor
‘til they’ve dried
Lyrical illusions arise from your throat
A whimsical fantasy
Was it something you wrote?
Do not hide!
Shadowed with insight I sit faraway
You remove your disguise
I, polite, turn away
You have tried
You burden your body again with the mask
You don’t say, “I”ll see you,”
and I do not ask
spare some pride
Oh, Sacred Deceiver
please don’t call again!
My callous reaction . . .
I speak to the wind
it subsides
About the Creator
Teresa Lavender
Mainer living in Texas. Singer/songwriter/poet/artist. Check out my original songs: https://www.reverbnation.com/teresalavender
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