In another century, you could've gone to a masquerade
In the courtyard of a vast palace
Hiding your form beneath voluminous skirts
And your face behind a jeweled mask
You did the next best thing
A party at an art gallery
The mask was the same
But your body was much more exposed
In the deep blue light
Everyone could see what was happening to you
But nobody knew who you were
Someone heard you laughing nervously from across the room
A golden mask covered most of his face
But the gleam in his eye was plainly visible
And, somehow, you knew
That he'd remember your laugh as a flirtatious one
Night after night
He would revisit this moment
Rewriting the scene
And slowly revealing your face
