Sojourn

Why are you to be
the cynosure
of my daydreams?
I am caught
in the act
of dalliance:
watch me tumble, turn and twist
acrobatic delights, performed;
audience delights, applause
emotional turmoil in
a
three-ringed-circus,
attempts to tame the lion
(fail)
clowns joyously frown
at my delusional responsiveness
at the primitive consciousness
of the ringmaster's reign,
he'll pull you close
then release you
(again)
he'll twirl you round
disorientating truth and lies
beneath stage lights
and a makeshift-bigtop-tent:
show's over kids,
time for bed.

© EM, 2009