Tuesday, August 9, 2011

masks

the innocent always fall in love at night
when are lights are low
the music is soft
and the air tastes sweet,
almost pure and refined.
the night time is sensual and full of lust,
for everything that is hidden and unknown.
shadows conceal all insecurities
while lovers talk over dancing candlelight
and smiles are best kept with lips closed and grinning.
night time is where the broken come out to play
and the vulnerable fall capture to the beautiful,
who manipulate the darkness for their own.
with promises of forever and always on lips pressed together tight
one could believe they are actually falling in love.
but when the sun rises
promises dissolve into the beaming rays
and light shines on the race of regret.
for when morning comes mask are unveiled
and the truth is revealed.
no one is who they say they are at night,
just players in a masquerade ball
tricking and convincing others of the person they long to be.
but chose your mask carefully
because with every sunrise
there is always another sunset
bringing room for more dark cornered romance,
another chance to play your part,
and another opportunity to fall in love.
because the innocent always fall in love at night
when the lights are low
the music is soft
and the air tastes sweet
for in the darkness they can be whoever they want to be
even if its just until the sun rises.

2 comments:

  1. this is captivating. The imagery, the emotion…took me to another place. it’s hauntingly magical, if there are any words to describe it. just stunning, my dear.

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