Imagination captured
strokes lilt on night aires
amidst sequined bellows and
strutting tails woven
cool hands brushed polite holding etiquettes grace
while flesh burning licks eyes consuming veiled glances
in gaze swept the floor of measuring taste
oh how Game to discern despite hidden faces
while thoughts race delight through forbidden gaits
mouths watering patience will crave satisfaction
And the music stops
And all heads turn
Door cryers bid notice of
Welcome
Make haste.. Give in
to the masquerade; Ball
of Truthsayers and Liars
Vagabonds and Queens ;)
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