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Pretending (Free verse) by temptalia
surrounded by reminders of the past, dancing and flowing
feet swept away into the sweetest rapture
effortlessly syncopated with catalepsy, timed
movements against taut strings which
play into a history of unwelcome symbolism
the tenderness uninvited, but still embraced
hands sliding into place, firmly planted,
not yet demanding as orchestrated melodies
submerge an empty hall, leaving us isolated as
lovers long to be, to nurse their stimulation and indulge passion
instead, faint signs of a displeasing aftertaste
lingers in the air; kindly killing and blissfully beautiful
bodies sway, contours matching and interlocking
puzzle pieces fading and blurring into singularity
eyes downcast, poignant avoidance tightening its hold
causing distressing closeness--touching and caressing
forcefully renewing buried, matchless agony
separating, mingling and forgetting only to be
drawn into the inevitability: the seducing pull of lust and love
the mind subduing, as the heart constricts; succumbing to internal
desires
repulsed and entranced by knowing fingertips that
promise the most delightful delivering of self-destruction
continuing instinctively--mindlessly--living with well-thought words
and well-placed phrases that give us hollow detachment
slaves to visions of characters we detest playing
never slipping on an ill-made facade, which becomes practiced and
rehearsed
fantasies that breed beads of hope, with reality waiting with
sharpened talons, to shred attempted dreams
conceding finally, a harsh forbiddance compels us
to lay like the dead, flesh tingling by old shadows that
fight against the jest we so avidly entrust our souls to
maintaining sultry teasing and pleasant humor
which keeps us moving--pretending and forgiving ourselves
for the most unthinkable deceit: restricting and conforming
to unspoken restraints that bind us with skillful manipulations
festering beneath the lies we dutifully dust away
as we resume our rightful spots as dancing fools directed by
the righteousness of mind that has conquered heart and soul.
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