We hide, we run, we turn away
from the sun, warmth fades
into the twilight and the masquerade
comes alive
In the summer day
we slowly wait for sunset
and the mask comes on
Suddenly, revelry and laughter
fills the air, who goes there
but another couple holding hands
excitement, passion
comes alive
A touch, a kiss
behind masked eyes, delight more
than senses can bear
But the clock strikes twelve
the masquerade ends and the thrill
ends too and they are trapped
in a room, reluctant lovers
once the mask comes off...
For Haiku Heights
Copyright (c) 2012 Zalina Abdul Aziz @ ninotaziz. All rights reserved.
