Charades & Pleasantries

rain which hisses on concrete

slants and flutters this cold December,

and all I have is worry ...

 

Will I be homeless today?

does my lover who regards others so loosely

gaze on me like a kite, steadily undoing the string

wrapped around a twig to weigh it down

from the harsh catch of sudden flight...

 

There are many signs that tell me soon

mannerisms and hollow kisses that portent doom

even now, in the unstoppable storm,

tears on the street - i fear to tread

but if I must leave,

as if a vermin shoo'ed away by brooms

and loud vocal rampage,

 

give me the truth i ache for,

those days before - in the haze of my paranoia,

at least let me see some semblance

of my logic intact, that my suspicions were not all

thin-air and smoke signals

from the den of our demons' crystal hours

 

gift me good reasons how your promises broke

and my heart with it,

when, who, where did the other arrive?

was it when we dared to tread

on thread-thin moments, unstable and choked

by losing ourselves - staring like the dead

into the night and dawn

 

afraid to set your soul free,

closed off...

 

at least show me that you were once real 

and I was right

to believe -

                   charades and pleasantries...

Reviews

[The Tao of Bri]

This one strikes deep! I have had an unfaithful lover or too...sirens and not the mermaids I thought them to be~