Saturday, November 14, 2009

The show must go on.

Fantasy and reality.

Teetering on the edge, navigating a smooth but rocky path.

Steeped in the honey of the words.

Replaced by the bitterness of the aftertaste.

Spoken gestures like fingers dancing over my senses.

A meeting of minds, mouths and bodies.

The lines are blurred.

Participating in the game.

Blinded by the score.

Awakened by my surprise.

One more round.

I return to the show.

1 comment:

  1. Whatever you're going through, I hope it improves.

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