Behind the Curtain

On a stage of satin-kissed sweet surrender, the scene plays out life so many times before;
Two ivory pawns in the losing game of love wrap around each other,
Rehearsing their fire and lies.
The air is thick with their improvised breath and the moon is the spotlight for their cruel theatrics,
They tangle like twine as they dance their wicked choreography -
The classics always bear repetition.
No lines are necessary - their bodies say it all.
It's a one night special on repeat, never to be seen again, until the next night.
The stars provide a standing ovation, raining down their appreciation as light through the blue night,
As they sign their final bow.
Characters in the tragicomedy of life, they are the villains and
In that age old tale of adultery, they are actors, playing their parts all too well -
She the willing mistress, seductress and he,
And he,
Coward and fool and devil in disguise, poetically scripted in his treachery.
This play will end only one way and its players too,
In a tragedy as old as love itself.