At the dance I have come
with my mask in place
just once to pretend
that this is my face.
To dance gaily, I bend
I bow and take her hand
In fleeting moment I become
the hero, romantic man
as I draw her into my arms
all she sees is my many charms
The night spins on
and so do we
into the emptiness
of our sensuality.
A contest entry
- Semi-Quickie.(dark)Dark Society.. by Angelflower.
450 points, ended May 6, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Masks-Physical and Spiritual-Why we wear them? by SpiritMother.
1000 points, ended March 26, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Criticize freely, I need input to improve
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WELL DONE
behind the mask one does hide and becomes the hero of the night and as this dance softly draws to a close a sensuality all its on starts to flow...beautiful! and thank you kindly for sharing it with me...
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This was really good.. I like this imagery here, and the fact it's all really fake.. well done..
Best of luck.
Angel
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So are you saying...."into the emptiness
of our sensuality" that you only do this at night? Is this a 'don't let the neighbors find out' sort of seceret? A great poem you got there of darkness. I thank you for entering.
~Kystal Angel
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Thank you !
This one seemed to hit a chord with poets. Thank you for an imaginative prompt.
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BRAVO!!! BRAVO!!!! BRAVO!!!!!!!!! Wow!!!!! I love this read!!!!!!!!! The words flowed together so smoothly!!!!! Excellently done... Best wishes in the contest!!!!!!!!!!!!
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