He escaped from the circus, <br />shark-eyed, white-gloved. <br />His nose redder than Eve's Apple, <br />his face whiter than the white of Death. <br /> <br />He came up to me, a mute mime, <br />hands warm, fingers tingling. So <br />close I could see the crook of his teeth <br />and the dark smudges of his powder mask, <br /> <br />through to his skin, damp with sweat, <br />hot with flurry. He was smirking at <br />me, eyes burning; flames that silenced <br />me, that enveloped me in pleasant heat. <br /> <br />Closer still, his warmth illicitly <br />entering my soul, my heart singing <br />intricate bird songs, his stiff lashes <br />licking my wet cheek softly, like fire. <br /> <br />A mad clown, dangerously close, <br />reaching slowly for me. A flicker of fear. <br /> <br />After, a cloud of bliss passing through us, <br />and then, utter, utter emancipation.<br /><br />Ballerina With Fins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-clown-s-kiss/
