Modest Maiden carrying hidden restraint
Travel far to unburden love,
In masquerade absent of paint
The town is red; before you chose
Flight for fancy, expensive, and free
To meet, to toast upon a beach,
Friend to frank, and subtlety,
So close at home, but out of reach,
Debauched law of intermingling;
Same diffidence forces conformity
Depraved, you dance, avoiding their sins.
I hope you had the time of your life.
—–For when same ceiling stares back at thee
—–You’ll dream that same person again to be.
©Do not copy and edit, or reproduce without permission from the author (Abelia May) and full acknowledgement of the author (Abelia May) and website address