On the Love of Deception

Loving someone in spite of their deceit

A wily whisper winds its way down my spine

a caress void of care, centering on controlling

my emotions and responses, religiously refusing its own emotional response

You’re a page in the book of delightful deception --

with eruption of self-actualisation, recognition of autonomy

i rip you out

ink splashes across white skin

blood blue on sinful ivory -- me on you, you and me

Absurdity congeals in reality:

loving words leave your lips and

    fly

lying vultures encompass breathing carcass

mistaken mirages of peaceful doves;

smiles are sunsets in your sculpture

but bring belligerent blackness

no ataractic night with rest for weary traveller;

wandering hands hold my heart in gay grip

yet wait and restrain, giving way to holy hell

of grim hope anticipation

for hymns of reciprocation

for a relish for me you can hardly feel

yet yes the whisper winds down spine and you will wait

for waning yearning to wax

 and I will succumb to succubus words

  and splashing white ivory with blood blue ink

   and smirking sunrises bogged down

    and cold hands hardly accustomed to caring

     and you will win

and I will love

Reviews

[S. B. Fosy]

Loved the delivery and formatting on this. That last stanza just spirals downward and hits the ground in such an expectant way. Very well set up and executed. Well done!

[Sergei]

Thank you so much!

[GwenLark]

Wonderful, Siraaj! I completely loved this piece. Well done

[L Ch Blakeway]

That is a powerful piece; its very clever. I like the rhythm too.