Heart breaker
tear maker,
more than one way
to be unfaithful.
Break traditions
un-make commitment,
steal the date,
lead yourself astray.
Lie a million tiny
ways,
deception dripping
from the tip of your tongue,
blame cast hither and
yon.
You breeze through
falsehood
like a seagull over
sand,
think I don’t see
your sleight of hand.
Our love, you say, is
sacrosanct.
Your mistress, you
think,
is hidden.
She is your lies,
your sweet empty
spaces,
the words you never
say.
© Palitja Moore, image 2012, text 2013.
