Deception 


So you have water eyes
underneath
brush of waving eyebrows
the lake of my rumination
– a mirror
that unsettle me

So you have the lips
that paint silence
on mine
with subtle impish smiles,
distance is our bondage
works well every time

Your neck – the horizon
past my blurred vision
failing over
your blond streaks
I look at you – forever

My surreal me
is a subterfuge of
rawness in calm,
perhaps
yours too

& thus my letter
to you
always ends
unfinished,
a wayword dream