Clay Mask

Can you not see? I wear a mask To disguise spree In my mad task. I wear a grin And hide my lie With poise within That spawns sad eyes. I wear my guile That tell on you With a shrewd smile In what I do. I style a sigh To a harsh world That kills my highs As terror swirls. I groom a face Hidden from sight To plant deep trace As prize prompts right. I do not mind The tears I cry But work to bind True tact I try. I am but clay Where longing piles In glimpse of play In pieces vile. Am I not vile But greed knows dash Of tricks that pile As conflicts clash. I know fond gain In keeping scores For mask hides plain My stash and store. I sing and dance With relish grand To dare breeze chance Of choice I stand. I wear a mask That hides my face To confront task In secret space. Why do I mask My sensuous feel In private bask Of blinding thrill? Leon Enriquez 09 September 2018 Singapore