In Plain Sight
Mike Ulloa

As struck by starlight underneath the strobe,

you belong there dancing at the masque.

Have you more than a pierced earlobe

asadraft of eternity travels past?

From lingering clouds,yourexcess bender;

you’re intoxicating, alluring,to discover

wrapped, so tightly clothed. Great pretender:

so tonight remove them, I’ll be your lover

movingwith sinuous hands, you said to me

just don’tquestion,be yourself.               

I say:I amhun! Why endurethat lie?

Tomorrow I’ll be one amongst your shelf!

Alternative dances abound thispageant

butlife livedoutré demandsthey be tragic.