Lonnie Hicks (www.lonniehicks.com / Chicago Ill)

Craft me here a perfect lie
for I
am ravenous even for this.

Touch me here with hands
second hand
from touching the other;
sunk this low
I still crave
your eye's regard
because I am
not your slave
but the slave of love
and with you I practice
the Devotion
I'll need
for that other
who will truly deserve love mine.

I will avoid the infection of rage
for this will stymie my ultimate goal.

Many say leave
and I will
in my time
once I have perfected
this Heart's
Climb
from betrayal
to renewal
preparing itself
for the one who will
come after you
and I will see you there
arrears
left alone with
your own
shriveled lies
and,
I imagine
still crying
the cries
of your erstwhile
innocence.