Art Ho
I’m playing where we met,
my voice shaking,
the way my heart does,
when you approach,
encroaching and invading,
on the safety of my single life,
where my mind was mine.
I’m reading thinly veiled things,
trying to keep it casual,
so I can carry on creating an image,
where I am intricately independent,
insulated from the effects of your affection,
but you are standing at the back,
glistening in golden lights,
as I pour out my mind,
pretending I don’t mind,
that you are mine,
and I am yours.
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