smoke and mirrors

I dovetail shuffled the deck 

and pulled out a king, in you, dear

my ace of spades

my jack (of all trades)

sleight of hands all over me

white rabbit lipstick stains

can I keep you in my hat

for difficult times?

is handsome a form

of hypnosis?

suspend my disbelief

take off my abracada-bra

and let me levitate under you, love

keep your queen of hearts

coming back for more tricks

misdirection setting the mood

conjuring and consummating

in the stage illumination

me and my favorite illusionist

I can keep a secret, baby

but only if you can keep 

from disappearing

a. duncan, 2018

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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

9 thoughts on “smoke and mirrors

      1. LOL! True story. It was a discussion on one of my poems and you mentioned arguing with someone on here who was claiming they were clairvoyant or psychic on some level. You mentioned you were a magician and I jokingly asked if you could make me levitate. The best part is – you responded as if it were a sincere question. Saying no, you were capable of more simple tricks and sleight of hand. And I giggled.


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