SHORES THAT KNOW ME NOT

Cloaked in a shroud of insecurity

Sailing are you curiosity bound

To shores that know you not

To question would be impropriety

So I wait without a sound

Tis right for that's my lot

Shivers stir in a stew of anxiety

Gleaming spoon, round and round

Pulling scraps off the melting pot

Sequinned dreams seductive sultry

Shutting out the need to be found

In a mirage spin of cold and hot

Cloaked in a shroud of insecurity

Sitting am I curiosity bound

On shores that know me not