Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #315
She Read Me
by Belinda Roddie
She read me like a book, and I was floored
by her demeanor and her presence, too.
She wore a smile that I soon adored,
though it was rare and seldom in my view,
for she assured that, when put on display,
she would not act the part for everyone
who courted her. The role that she did play
in public was quite different when, once done
with interaction, she retired with me
to her room, where the curtains were then drawn
so no one dared disturb our chatter. We
were honest with each other 'til the dawn
unfolded like an envelope, and then
we went back to our cues onstage again.
by Belinda Roddie
She read me like a book, and I was floored
by her demeanor and her presence, too.
She wore a smile that I soon adored,
though it was rare and seldom in my view,
for she assured that, when put on display,
she would not act the part for everyone
who courted her. The role that she did play
in public was quite different when, once done
with interaction, she retired with me
to her room, where the curtains were then drawn
so no one dared disturb our chatter. We
were honest with each other 'til the dawn
unfolded like an envelope, and then
we went back to our cues onstage again.
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