Thursday, 8 March 2007

Fascination


Do you know that I see?
Your tricks and turns.
Your dance weaving its spell.

You do not smile.
You do not look me in the eye.
Do you know that I see?

I do not want you
To entrance me.

Still I slip so sweetly
Down and down
Into that tainted quicksand.

Does it not matter
That I know you see?
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