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Charlatan!

Snake-slithered eyes with the brilliance of a summer’s sea, and the warm charm of a winter’s flame.

He keeps the rein of his Life with one hand, the other rein, the Life of others.

His red cape with that swifting swooshing sound, studded with hidden desires, birth-pang resurrections that only he possesses.

In Faces he sees the color of an apple ready to fall… don’t ask the questions… don’t think, He does.

I close my eyes thinking of a secret meeting place to meet with his soul.
And that voice answers… that low voice always returns.
The raven’s silent voice, his uncompleted laughter.

My skin glides over his skin, soft and warm.
I embraced the Darkness and Light he possesses.

Passion rarely formed… forgotten at once.

Charlatan!

I want to play my music,
To burn my tunes on your skin.

You are my link to Darkness,
And only Light I want.

Sophia Fine – August 2011