Timid

Noted the divinity, of social identity,

put forth your tears of shame.

Cram down the name.

You must claim fame.

Ideas of the Imprisoned Flame.

Burn bright with height,

 a tall, true beauty, flight!?!

Up so high, I finally sigh,

give-up your thoughtful site.

You must be smart,

to be a Tart,

surviving every nark.

Turn not your cheek,

for you doth have Two,

considering all of you.

Secrets flare!

Deep I dare!

My memory of dark and druids lair.

I care, don't blare, your choice,

your voice, in timid, lurid share.

RUN!!

K.A.P.

6/8/2009