This Wilde Charade

The romantic in me

Wants to kick the charade

And love you less like Shakespeare—

But it’s this Portrait

Of Dorian Gray that’s damned me Wilde

I don’t dare

Love is a language

Love is a language

a well written play

worn like a curtain

pulled closed on a stage

the cheering erupts

thrown roses at bay

behind a closed curtain

life’s finest display.

Mac On Happy High

shelved next to Shakespeare

How can one be

an open and closed book

all at the same time

he wondered,

licking his thumb

fingering pages

watching his life unfold

like a story shelved

next to Shakespeare.