Bookended

Hold on, hold on my heart, hold on

As I reign the year in on kiss undressed

As I bridle the moments in a glass vitrine — shattered!

As I dust you off rewearing the baguette studded mourning dress — disheveled

Unadorned, by the daily wear, the turning leaved pages, bookended

All corridors authored, lead back to your page-holder — numbered

I have worn you denuded, through the putrid Venetian lanes — masked

Cilia, cloaks my nakedness, from the prying eyes of the nights hushed-hushed inflection of light, unashamed

Shame for my nakedness — uncovered, is yours, my love, penned in your journals hand

My forgiveness, your bare armored costume —

as you seek my smoked plumed vapor, through the balled halls of an undisguised masquerade

Naked, my tear tainted kerchief capers my partners tattooed sleeve

Dance, my naked soul, dance, inked in your raw finery, through the waltzed prologue — till the end of time

Choose your design, flash my weeping heart, or be still — for once

Dress yourself no more.

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