Your words speak of your yearning to know every single part of me,
And almost tempted am I to pour forth more
So many more secret parts I have played, lives lived
Than your eyes tell me to give freely to you.
I eke out snippets here and there to ease digestion
Give you the chance to run which you will one day, I feel the chill wind
Void cajoling, pleading that I lie instead of giving truth
If this can be escaped with honour and no honesty you will sigh
Content that your vision isn’t altered beyond reckoning
Blundering on as I do, the lie will not lay pleasantly
And be petted , stroked into submission at your feet
The truth they say will always out, so better now than ….
Your eyes change from terror to anger as the game is spoiled
It is all of my doing, but rather the unspeakable truth
Than a vipers nest of indigestible lies to bite me when they choose.
©Ailsa Cawley Poetry 2015