By Natalie Aboitiz. 2014
I played and drank and danced along
day into night into day
in shallow-breath laughter
And now in the safety of the mirrors
dare I take off my masquerade…
Truth has the honour of this dance
with my rhythm-stricken heart!
My lips carefully coloured with
compassion’s sweet pastel
The tainted burn of worn out tears
I spill to hell
and wave farewell
to thousand skins of sold out fear
To life! To life! To life!
I lift this glass
filled to its rim
with the drops of distilled Love
Forever Pan may play his flute…
that bears my name
and only I can hear.