Dance along her rail road back.
Holding beauty soft entrapped.
A secret map.
Her actions twisted by the midday sun.
Loving lost through creature’s fun.
Stealth is practiced
Bit by bit.
She plays & sings
Her feet upon my soul
Stealing kisses soft
Heart is empty, blackened hole.
There she flirts
& fingers play their merry dance
Words excite & capture
I hold her close & whisper
Sweet illusions pronounced
Girl is bittersweet love indeed
Cheer leader coached.
World tonight descends in madness of the mass
Designed to hide the crippled heart I wear
Conveying secret love I hold for her
Truth to her I swear.
– though I love I apologise
© ed simkins 2016