Image by Martin Stranka
Posted by Tess Kincaid
Floating somewhere between heaven and earth
my eyes avert his subtle trance.
However wittingly I escape, his charmingly
abundant traps of misconception.
Others are tightly
caught between his web of desire ever mulishly.
Not I, never shall I be caught between his fickle tricks
at the very end of all his masterful demands.
Ingeniously, I hide mercifully behind lingering thoughts.
In shallow combinations of to dare or not?
A most cumbersome perception of yesterday's
passions begging to fetch me.
Alone, I honor plausible flashes, and logical sensations
before make-believe trances and troublesome blahs, consume me.
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