The Man Who Wore The Mask Poem by Guinevere Eveleigh

The man who wore a mask
Never did at all
How surprised would you be?
If I told you he had always looked like that
Since the day he was born
And yet you shook his hand
And danced with him all night long
You guffawed at his jesting
And drank wine till the midnight ding dong
And yet you took him to the secrecies of the trees
And held his body next to yours
You let his hands wonder your body
And let his breath mingle with your own
You allowed him to lower his head
Next to your lips painted red rose
You allowed his lips to sink in
And you kissed him till you were empty of all ardour
You allowed the man
Kept locked up all his life
To have his first romance
That ended when the morning dawned
You allowed the man who never kissed
To kiss your lips that very night
He really did look like that
His face that grotesque
But still now you can't help but dream and fantasise
About the man who wore the mask