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What are you waiting for?
Tonight I'm circumventing the tragedy
with all the deft footwork of a porky governor
The trick is to be someone else when they look
be somewhere else when they ask
Just a dancing flicker of a person
at the edge of your vision the rim of your mouth
Just waiting for homage and offering.
Putting a pause to suffering
asking it nicely to queue
watching the watch
counting those naughty ticks
holding my breath
ordering my stars
wishing my lists.
I dispel her,
dismiss her to the aether and mist
and she rejects,
caging me with feral gaze
and the power of my true name
uttered in curiosity and tendrils of coy
A prison with no walls, no thoughts of escape.
Did my willpower fail me
or did libido, curiosity and reach get the best?
This isn't your story
I touch the sun in the end.
Even if it means singed fingers
and a swift descent.
I dare, and she will take notice.
It could stop here.
I put my fingers out
placing all my pretty words
my good and wicked intention
my quirky, awkward smile
all crammed into the tip, the gesture.
All you have to do is hold on.
