Nostalgia Flirting with Anxiety

Myriad of unremarkable masks

I stare, interest rouses in vain 

Rehearsed words, if anyone asks

Bite your tongue, slurp champagne 

Candid smiles hiding behind the crimson paint

Chit, Chat, Laugh-repeat, what a bore 

Twirling around, haunting for anything quaint 

No more fools, once I swore

The lifelong, alluring seek

for the paradoxical lust

that all dream to quell but are weak,

for me is a peak, for you, a light gust 

A light tickle between lips,

a warm inhale of merciless smoke

the teasing silk caresses your hips

an adolescent dream, a cruel joke 

defiant, delusional, drowning dreams

reckless nights, vanishing around the bend

tearing the carefully sewn seams 

the begging, flirting with the end

Desire for the painful past when 

antsy tears brushed my baby cheeks,

red sores conquered, stems were too thin,

all gone, now in the age that peaks 

the awaited glamour, lost

tresses are shiny, limbs draw a curve 

velvet skin, bright smirk but heart, a frost

the frowns arrive, no trace of verve 

don’t fret, you aspirant child

glamour got lost and falsity loomed

your unamused, cherishing the wild

you will see, no one is doomed

no more rehearsed words, sparks will emerge

champaign will no longer be dire

life will turn into a lavish splurge

shared with notions you admire