Poem - An Empty Puppet

I hold the supple skin of your middle,


as you dance your firedance.

I lose myself in your circle

and we become as one,

the weaving of my bones to the night,

I wait on the whim of your star,

standing in my lone heart shoes,

the colours of your aura

imprinted on my mind.

I dance the steps of the possessed,

and I fall down,



an empty puppet,

loves lost strings tangled and torn.



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Moonmaiden 10 years ago from Lucerne Valley, CA

Very nice indeed.

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Drax 10 years ago from NYC.... Author

thank you ....Moonmaiden... such a lovely name, so evocative ..Drax

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Paul Edmondson 10 years ago from Burlingame, CA

Not sure how I missed this one, but it's another favorite.

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Drax 10 years ago from NYC.... Author

thanks a lot Paul.. Drax

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SMonaghan119 4 years ago from PA

Interesting read fellow poet, I liked it, nice imagery

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Drax 4 years ago from NYC.... Author

thanks very much Sean :-)

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