Tender Deciet

A poem of tenderness and bitterness

A sigh...

Tentative, wispy words are breathed into air

Hands....

Eagerly and intuitively grasp strands of hair

A moan...

Bitter as youth lost, and soothing like skin receiving the Sun's kiss


"Look"...

Says a whisper from lush, smoky lips

"A castle of trembling emotions....

Of fine silk, stone, and strong devotions"




Liar!....

My heart doubts

False is truth in disguise!...

My eyes shout



My mind - the fool- never asks why...