mrdaft

Masquerade

She pulls back the wings of her hair
The feathers of the raven tied back
She puts on her mascara, darkens the eyes
Reddens her strawberry lips, with a fire red
Cheeks flushed with colour from the wine
She adorns the faade needed

They are announced at the party
People unknown, behind the masks
The beauty of it all, hidden away
Then they take the floor
Mingling to, fro and inbetween
I see her, as she pulls up to me

We start to converse about life.
sipping on expensive champagne,
This elegant woman,
Who walked up to me.
She whispers to me, "Do you dance?"
"Yes, it would be wondrous to dance with you."

It was the murmur
The tone of her voice
It was the way she breathed
And the sway of the hips
That made me realize
Who she was

Its the final bell toll
The people are leaving
So I lean over speaking softly,
I expressly let her know
That she made the night
I say, my dear, I knew it was you,
Veiled behind the visor

I pick up my coat,
Making my way to foyer
She comes to say something
Nothing.
I tell her, we shall tango again
And I make my way to the door.