Fun
Fun
Skating on thin ice describes for some
that nice Deception--fun,
taunting the chill fathom
beneath the white skin.
Too much like spending
small change for me.
All that over-shoulder peeking
to be sure the depth's not there.
When one hard look would send
those enamel eyes
crashing through
a surprise of air.
Copyright © Christopher Bowen | Year Posted 2019
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