Aura

The Last Dance

The mystery

The one thing she’ll do anything for

Mother’s little girl…

Something to dive into, to conquer

Something no one else could know

Something naughty, her life, her own private little show

There’s no way you could ever own her

No way you could ever even know her

And your secret is safe with me

Your history is a lie

Like the lie you live

And your love, an illusion

Nothing you could ever give

All you could share is the body we see

And what lies behind the eyes

Is that same eternal mystery

You’ll hang onto your souvenirs

Under your bed in a box you covet

And any man who looks inside

Will understand he could never begin to know it

This or any man who shares your bed

The closer she lay beside him

The further away she is in her head

And she’ll take everything you could hand her

Knowing she’ll never allow you to understand her

Simply wanting to possess you

If only to categorize you

And she’ll let you take all that you want

Casting the spell so it’s these that will haunt

Waiting impatiently for the day

You eventually give up all your charades

For the idea of her unconditional love

With a hopeless prayer and belief

That what you are could really be enough

But then she’s acquired you

And any mystery is now gone

And all that’s left is all that you are

Your age, and your names

Your history’s meaningless, all the same

And just like any other man

Its whether you fit into this fantastic master plan

After having handed over all your power

Left by her, devastated and devoured

It was nothing more than a game

That you played all the while, all the same

And like the better of most

You went for broke chasing that ghost

And ended up losing all you gave

ⓒ 2007 Shawn Michael Quinn