Dance of the Tarantella
I told youI have nothing to bring to this party
and still you dance to my tune
capering, clapping, cavorting...
my invitation was the smallest thing,
one might
presuppose
There is no hope
other than the whirl of
your colours in the night
only darkness
soft and yielding
as the world tumbles by
and other dancers call,
slapping their hands
in a denial of the truth
warm and welcoming,
dangerous jewels on velvet
let me hide quiet in the shadows
for truth is silent,
my bite is less deadly than thine
A poem :)
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