Mark R Slaughter
Lovers - Poem by Mark R Slaughter
In kind - the distance blind to no one;
Background plays of random trysts
Pro tempore illusory mists
Until caprice bestows upon the two
Another fling from eyes.
A change: THIS dalliance, he's aware -
No surge to kiss nor loss of care
To all as fingers roam her skin -
His reconciled affection begs for kin -
It's in the flit of byes.
Blind assumption caves to swells
Of wrath inside her heart - quells
Naivety - which then recoils, compels:
She craves another married man!
Who cares? -
Who fears delusion in a plan?
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012
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