Ventriloquist

The buttons, laces and strings

Adored I am

By these fellow accessories

Splendid and Intricate

My life on stage

Always on a pedestool

Blinded by the rose-colored lights

They’re bright, really bright.

His fingers linger on me

touched in the most intimate way

They would caress me

As if I was as brittle as chinese porcelain

He would play with me

So haughtily

I was a part of him

And he was a part of me.

Never did I mind

He would control my life

For without him

I’m not an epitome of beauty and grace.

The strings he pulled

So meticulous

He’s my lover.

My puppeteer