A Queer Idea o’ Candy-Floss

Alive
and searching
for things that have
defined her soul –
self-curing
but not (yet) so beloved.
For she is ready˙
to go
or even stay
as long as she knows
she is.

Ready to compromise
the days that passed
- she always did
and so did we -
ready to throw
a piece of chance into her cup,
with eyes that smile.

And now I see reflections
of the sun˙
a million mirrors
that I have,
and now I say,
and sing:
someday we’ll clap
and bow in front of her,
her, who has never lost (or even wished to lose)
a single game˙

Truth
and Dare.

And I shall say once again:
How interesting it is, indeed,
to never keep my promise –
not in a million lifetimes…


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