Love, Betrayal and Dirty Dishes

Love, Betrayal and Dirty Dishes I ate from your welcoming glitter plate touches easing my restless soul. Desperate, in love praying, not too late never saw two eyes black as coal. There were sweet drugs in your soft words and dancing steps in your walk. I flew with you, flew with soaring birds heaven closer each time we talk. Now, I hang my sad head in deepest shame as friends point out how you used. Seeing contempt at how you played the game that left me so miserable and bruised. Now your dirty plate sits in a closet still. Force myself, to lock it there against my will! Robert J. Lindley , 09-26 -2015 Note- Sonnet on deep betrayal and blindness that love brings. Based on a sad reality for me many decades ago..