A Time to Dance

love is in the lair of cynic’s glass tube hair

with mushy chemicals of chocolate kisses

for the single ones to evenly share.

⠀⠀⠀
commotions of wrenching heart declines

and rumours of dancing toes intertwined

buzzing and blaring in youth playground.

audiences, the lady, her suitor, future crowns,

ruled the class, echoing through the hallway

with faces painted in delights and frowns.

⠀⠀⠀
a locker-filled boulevard played for doll games

enough to take a step back from a ball game.

forfeit roses flushed cheeks in rosy pink

and the beaus’ trickles of sweat, they’ll sink

into a conundrum of the wondering helpless

while sweethearts tried their petite dresses

for the dewy night of March to come

“when on earth will it be gone?”

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