| The Art of Seduction 'Come hither' your eyes seem to whisper through the facade- casual conversation becoming Frustrating- to be eons apart in the distance of a breath: touch your arm in passing is this as close to holding you as this hour permits? If only I could summon momentary courage- fearless and frank Desire multiplied in passing idle hours bold in your flirtacious ways how many before have your eyes slain charming galnces and a flippant air do little to deceive. People have jaded me outsiders gawking otiose professions misplaced adorance, they worship nonexistence a fallacious demigod ensnared trapped by projections, other people Expectations. Above the clamour of voices I stumble and I cry cast aside selfish illusions strip me down, once more elemental. My true self surrenders. ~Vicki Somers 18 February 2003 For Simon |
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