Gossamer Mask Poem by Lionara S.t.m.o.l

Is hypocrisy that push you
from people leaving away.
Take off the mask to see the pink lips,
I shaped them to the mind's dark.

Top line as the heart that loves,
thin slit like the feelings... and liquids
color pink as the body I usualy hold.
Get used to spontaneously kisses.

Not from eros nor from dry love,
are the feelings of friendship deeper.
Spider's veil of logic as was knit
to the mask's niches, eyes were blind.

Only briefly and the safety will not miss
the mask again on face to hide.