Masks intact we endeavour every once in a while
For a night of fun and frivolity, where strangers meet
Appear to get along, make acquaintances with facades
We come forward, we retreat, we march to the drum beat
Poised and practiced, we dance along invisible lines
Sanctimonious lines, lines we are told, we should not cross
I have a problem with lines, always have, errant child that
I am
Painting within lines for a picture, about which I don’t
give a toss
We slipped away, away in the moon drenched night!
Away from lines and all, thwarting checks and tilting
balances
Distilling the night, until what remained were only the wee
hours,
Those precious moments, my acquiescence to your manifold
talents
Celebrating the eternal truth that you are man and I am
woman
That nature meant for us to take ever so pleasurable a jaunt
My adage is that, our lives are caught within the shackles
of time
My love, yet we are free every moment to live the life we
want
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