The Tease
Leave trails of light for me to follow
Through your dark, elusive game.
Let them flicker past the hollows
Like aurora's harmless flames.
Take advantage of my blindness,
Lead me to that empty room.
Don that mask of chiselled kindness,
Let the growing blaze consume
Every thought I've ever pondered,
Every hope I've entertained.
And don't you dare neglect to squander
Every virtue I've maintained.
Splash fragrant fuel against the walls,
Let it spill across the floor.
Light the match before it falls.
Don't forget to shut the door.
Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2012
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