Pirouette
Stepping into this room
and the silence screams
the slow burn of my lantern nearing its demise
To my surprise, what do I see?
A single loose-leaf page
with a single word -
“Hello”
Defer my judgment,
nothing to be inferred
blurred, perhaps a bit unsettling
but I’m sure it could be worse
The page nailed against the wine-stained walls
I recall, the door closing behind me
as she enters, draped in Persian shawls
Donning sapphire satin gloves
clutching a sterling silver key
her saffron skin tenderly tattered by melancholy
but her voice crisp as the midnight breeze
“Peel back the red velvet curtain,
only to find that your burdens,
your sinister sermons
worsen you as a person”
The diminutive door
our only way out
slowly shrinking
Fumbling floor,
Flimsy earth beneath me
slowly sinking
My rueful restraint,
reverent reasons for denial
falling apart like an aging empire
My doleful dame,
my playful paramour
pirouetting in the grace of my desire
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