Mirry Dancers

Tell me how not to yield to enticement, and I will try
Arousing lure and desire
Sweet inebriation

I’m possessed
By growing fuzzy feelings on November evenings
Braving the night sky
Between doubts and apprehension
The nth temptation to succomb
From the top of the white clouds of my romances

Think, is it more than just a dream
Unreal, Artificial, Illusory
The remembrance of instinctive acts
Ancient
Doomed
Do you believe in destiny/fate
Divine domination
Divine preeminence
Divine supremacy
Surrender

Still living covertly
So inconceivable to reveal
I can’t come to light
Don’t know how long I can keep this inside of me
But smiles and furtive glances should soon give me away
Let me be part of that vision of fading reveries