Masquerade

With such appall
I'm crowded with strangers
A upscale ball
With unknown dangers

It's such a task
To hear your confession
It's just a mask
To knowing your real treason

You smile under your mask; feathered
I take your hand in mine
Your glove feels weathered
I guess I'm not the only girl you've "pine"

Through the waltz and fox-trot
and the light and airy conversation
I wonder what's your plot
What's the big revelation?

Kissing up my arm
Should my mind slow down?
These kisses don't mean any harm
Why should I pursue this frown?

You whisk me out on the ledge
Leaving those sweet words on my lip
You have kept me on the edge
You smirk, and let your mask slip

I knew it was too perfect
Nothing so lovely is true
Just when I couldn't suspect
I find out It's really, you...

Kimberly Piet © 2008