Puppet Show
I push the buttons, make the move,
but you are the puppeteer,
string around my heart.
Invisible lines make me move
in response to your twitch,
make me dance in response to your desire.
Others see only
my confident gestures, my stony face
and mistake these for control.
I let them be fooled; it's part of the show
we never planned
and do not discuss
for fear it will drop the curtain.
leaving us both
without a story to tell.
1 comment:
I love the exchange of power between the puppet and puppeteer. The lines or strings are blurred and complex like some relationships can be. I also enjoyed the buy-in for both participants knowing that, if the game ended, both would lack a purpose.
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