Platonia
She wants the fear
Making intimate bargains on the contemporary gray chaise
“Tell me something good?”
He lives in the moment
“I wish you didn’t care so much”
And she looks down in shame.
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The weekend was an utter waste
But they did walk side-by-side
As siblings might do
She looks at him and ponders
how he can be so content
being so caged
Yet he wonders
why alone she’s not afraid
The man with the violin on the grass
She approached slowly
The evening darkness tinged the nighttime slate
blurring her facial features
Perhaps the hum of my strings
lured her here
Perhaps it was fate
Cautiously, she drew near
Deliberately, timidly, carefully
though I continue to play
I feel her stare intently
“Hello,” I look up and say
I only catch a glimpse of the fire in her eyes
As though she has witnessed magic
Then diminished, she runs away.
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Art: Portrait of Marie Jeanette de Lange by Jan Tooroop (1900), Europeana via Unsplash
