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Poem - An Empty Puppet

Updated on April 28, 2012

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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      des donnelly 4 years ago from NYC....

      thanks very much Sean :-)

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      Sean 4 years ago from PA

      Interesting read fellow poet, I liked it, nice imagery

    • Drax profile image

      des donnelly 10 years ago from NYC....

      thanks a lot Paul.. Drax

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      Paul Edmondson 11 years ago from Burlingame, CA

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

    • Drax profile image

      des donnelly 11 years ago from NYC....

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

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      Fayme Zelena Harper 11 years ago from Lucerne Valley, CA

      Very nice indeed.