Mythical Departure
Don’t give me your porcelain smile –
The ethereal agent of your fraudulent ways,
Which you summon to lure another helpless heart,
Bound tight to the mast of a sinking ship –
A trap to fool a new Odysseus
Don’t serve me your malleable emotions –
A mock recompense for your lecherous lies,
Which you cunningly crafted from my good intentions
To feed to me like the swine of Circe
Don’t gaze at me with your synthetic eyes –
Two toxic obsidian beads,
Now redolent of Medusa’s stare,
Or the serpent descended on Eve;
They mimic beauty’s guise too well,
Containing only treachery
Don’t open your mechanical maw –
A cruel device that sweetly sings your vanities,
With all the pretense of a harpy’s pledge,
For your elegant wings have now been clipped,
And I must fly like Daedalus.
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