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Written in response to a challenge from a writing group (Purple Ink) I used to be in. |
I wonder can I trust your bold assertion That life is like a window opened wide And we are just two larks upon the threshold Limbering our wings to soar outside When my frantic heart wants nothing but to hide? You insist my mask is shallow, barely present, That I am leaning toward that squarish hole And with a look you dare me to deny it As you stalk the tangled jungle of my soul, While I ascertain just how I lost control. You're a thief and ply your trade with cool perfection Saying all is copasetic, more than fine, As you pilfer every thought before I think it And you casually rearrange what once was mine. In dismay I gulp another glass of wine. Though I'm used I feel myself go soft and pliant And surrender to the bliss of how it seems. Like an acorn falling to it's new beginning I am drawn into your plush, angora dreams Where the triumph in your smile madly gleams. Just keep talking while I cave to your proposal And let you taunt me there upon the brink. Though you'll never take me whole or unresentful I will say you've won if that is what you think And record my tale in shades of purple ink. |