I was that Dresden Doll
who slipped a coin
in her exchange
to play
the sliver of a music box
before my dusted years
lid lifted
her pirouette of smiles
as beauty poised on point
to fold
into a clockwork twist;
I could not gauge the hour
and 'lo
the silent seconds passed
while midnight sang temptation;
so loomed her lips
and fervent gaze
in the quiet space
before me








Lovely writing. 


18 old applause
