Poem 535

The dance of romance as reflecting each other with all our assumptions and projections …

Disillusionment

I am not what I seem
because you say what that is

start again

you flatter me
                            build a little shape
here on the white tablecloth
an image of myself that I could more
than live with

over the next glass we deviate
me starting to think what a great fellow
I really am
you beginning to wonder

so much is too much
we must sleep together now