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

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