Anonymity Becomes You

Written by: Beverly Briatico

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.