Poem: Deceit

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Poem: Deceit

When ever you should

Hold my gaze with a look

Touch my face with a whisper

Pulse my heart with your anatomy

Do it! Do it! Damn

Just do it to me

I’ll take the hurt of your deception

Knowing it’s his bed you’ll be in tonight

But still its my heart that’s pulsing through your dreams

This blood filled chalice from which the sip of love is taken

This heart cracked

Goblet from which the wisps of truth evaporate

Where is this then really happening?

What is the real truly doing?

Why do you do this to me?

When will I stop doing you and see?

Me in you

is sumptuous

Me to you is exquisite

in flavors exotic and wild

Erratic moments of passion

Ivy lush green opulence is the jungle of this deceit

Your body of action, in hindsight

nothing but desert

Barren and sandy, blowing dust in place of kisses

Each a million stings, each grain flung by the Sirocco of your love

Alone, tangled in the undergrowth of emotion

Warm night air caresses these limbs, not you

It’s you I feel though.

In spite of the 1000 miles between our beds

Longing for the threads

To weave this distance together

To spin me again into a web

To weave me again into your head.

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