ILLUSIONS

Written in pencil
these lines will fall victim to time
and fade
They will be forgotten
as many things
often are
They are not destined
to be famous
or
read by many
So the little words
connect
into sentence chains
Trying to convey myself
in a language that is
far from perfect
You may spy the novice here…
long robes masking her broken heart
or the curve
of the breast of a lover
Watch keenly
quickly
THERE
sneak up on the naughty school girl
running naked through the
church pews
solely
on
a
dare
They are all here within these writings
child lover nun
sorceress warrior queen
and
all
are
me
LAS 2007 copyright   all rights reserved
dancer
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