your words are those of magic
and your sentimental tricks
I feel, suit the way you sing
your eyes all elusive
and your facial diversion
matches your vocal sting
matches you can never win
matches you can never loose
as you stiletto step across this stage
your delectable
baroque arabesque
your technique, almost automatic
and your solitude generic
in yourself a sensual thing
your escape expectably exact
leaves your diversion in tact
matching your focal ring
a-ring around
matches you can never win
alone
matches you may never loose
again
so stiletto step around the stage
barely and delectable
your baroque arabesque
all in all
alone again