The Game — an original poem

"Palace of Crystal" by lorlanchain
Palace of Crystal” by lorlandchain

white powder
red lips
fluttering capes
polished quips
sequined masks
silent smirks
chalky laughs
hidden dirks
whispers whetted
on pearls and pleasure
blades embedded
with careful measure
we dance and drink and dream of fame,
but, my dear, it’s a part of the game

© 2015 Stellular Scribe

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