Pretending to play
the guitar on my bed
to get her in it,
She's the kind who looks
as if being looked at
is all she has planned.
Her lipstick on my neck
looking like blood
to passengers on train.
She asks to visit
further violence in
her bed and mine.
Until time reveals
there's little between us
other than that.
And lies she conjures
tainting the truth till
that too sickens me.
Into a shallow grave
we shovel our dirt
with final goodbyes.
A mistake I regret
nostalgic over a past
she declines to visit.
Each time I think
the guitar on my bed
to get her in it,
She's the kind who looks
as if being looked at
is all she has planned.
Her lipstick on my neck
looking like blood
to passengers on train.
She asks to visit
further violence in
her bed and mine.
Until time reveals
there's little between us
other than that.
And lies she conjures
tainting the truth till
that too sickens me.
Into a shallow grave
we shovel our dirt
with final goodbyes.
A mistake I regret
nostalgic over a past
she declines to visit.
Each time I think
I can move to the light
her shadow swallows me.
Rp Verlaine, a retired English teacher living in New York City, has an MFA in creative writing from City College. He has several collections of poetry including Femme Fatales Movie Starlets & Rockers (2018) and Lies From The Autobiography 1-3 (2018-2020).
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