One last dance –
hands pressing my soul to the ups and downs of hard desire
on a rollercoaster ride.
One last moment of pretense that I am loved and admired.
Don’t you think I don’t know it is long over,
and your knife of fake will pierce my heart-sap,
send it to the abyss’ floor.
Fade into the night if you must.
Just let me steal one more moment,
one more swirl,
one more quiver
before the final bow.