Pale Shelter
Is this real?
Why say it is
when you know
it isn't true, this isn't reality.
It's the dream
you take me with seductive guile
and all the while,
the lie becomes the truth,
it hides and cowers beneath your smile.
You are the deceiver
the magic man,
the great pretender
setting heart and soul afire with passion, lust, desire.
Hold me close,
love me as you love yourself
promise me the dream
and here together we can hide
in your labyrinth of unsheltered schemes.
This is real, the reality
of everlasting dreams in ice castles
unending and melting in its lies display,
the lovers' dream of two, tangoing in pale shelter.
for John Hamilton's Pale Shelter
11/17/19
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2019
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