Simply Senryu: Dancing By Myself

Exhumed memories Pinned to a moment in time Faded photographs Close enough to hold Or lose one's way and drown in The past is like that Stripped of artifice The worst kind of nakedness One's own reflection Puerile litany Lust begets lust begets lust That's the thrill of it Dancing by myself Music slower softer now Box is winding down The music box plays The ballerina dances Graceful and alone