Sunday, March 6, 2016

Poem #7 from Sire

Magic Carpet Rope:

Sharing space with more than a dozen others....
One leering over my shoulder...
Several stare at you, a few watch me...

I'm throwing rope on you, like a fisherman casting his net...
I pull tight and what do I see?...
A mermaid staring back at me...


Suddenly, the familiar magic kicks in...
Our eyes lock, and the rope becomes a magic carpet that transports us to our private place...

For the next half hour, people watch as I tie and untie you...

Little do they know....

We are in our box, where our souls dance and our spirits embrace....

Little do they know...

We're not even there...

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