Emotional camouflage.
Wreathed in smoke
hair shrouds eyes.
I'm sitting pretty on a lounger.
Bar is full of entangled histories
about desires, frustration,
real & imaginary ecstasies.
I lost my capacity to suffer -
sadness. I blatantly show
red cheeks
when no glance intersects with mine.
My eye lashes bat,
hearts start to flutter
& then a warm hand on mine
takes me to Neverland

-November 11, 2006

Comments (2)

On May 5, 2007 at 9:42 AM , Anonymous said...

I think that "Broken Wendy" is a more appropriate title. Neverland has been over used in my opinion, plus it gives the poem a hint of mystery with the first title as opposed to the current.

 
On May 7, 2007 at 6:24 PM , Anonymous said...

thanks kate!

 
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