Anonymity Becomes You
Cruel intentions
circle the ruby red
of your lips
hips that sway back
and forth in a lusty pose
touching, touching
but never really feeling.
Dim rooms, yellow lit
of seedy talk and
tobacco riddled nights
give pretense that your loved
while thwarted dreams
lay at your feet
grinding to thin ash
The dark disclosure of your deeds
rip through the heart
and cut to the core
but are never left unnoticed.
The silence that you swear
to keep this thing alive
reflect in you what I despise
You will go on pretending
to ease your slow decline
just one more time, baby
just one more time.
Copyright © Beverly Briatico | Year Posted 2008
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