Minstrel White

Happy Halloween . . .

~ * Minstrel White ~ *

 

 

A black cat whisked past the shades,

As I watched it I grinned-

And slowly turned around . . .

to face my minstrel.

~ ~ ~

 

Those familiar hands,

enwrapped in white -

appeared in front of me . . . 

gave a wave-

and then I knew-

that the act had started.

 

A panoply of spreading fingers,

 working through . . .

the heart of my desires,

pulling at the winding sash-

that  ties my soul with white reflections-

and weaves it into threaded lies.

 

Illusions creep around my soul,

and in my heart to rest-

were the white reflections that had been-

allowed to wander.

 

The fingers slid along my skin,

and stroked the sides of my face,

 grazing at the burnished red,

as my cheeks heated . . .

a little flame of pleasure.   

 

 

Twin lines of creamy white . . .

 intercepted the flame .

 

 

Spreading fingers-

streaked across my demure visage,

and the laughing minstrel . . .

played upon my face again,

His world a panoply of black-

a pantomiming feign . . .

 a white illusion-

one which I cannot help . . .  

but entertain ~