The Ball

You see me, I look away

Our faces, concealed with masks

Masks, unraveled, unrevealed

Your porsche heart silent

Our lips sealed

You come, and pull me away

Time, go slow, don’t make hay.

Sublime poses

Hands maneuvering

Men in black tuxedoes,

And black ties.

Play the trumpet and sing

The way we move

Our souls unite

There, time, you did it again

The evening’s now over

I recall the memories of our love

The memories of the ball

The memories of us.

-albina.

 

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