uniform of seduction By Chris Dean

Uniform of seduction,

face painted to disguise.

Encased in the armor of illusion,

you see exactly what you get.

Nothing of my heart.

Nothing of my soul.

Nothing of the mind

that is mine and mine alone.

The curl of lips too cold for truth,

the touch of hands too hungry to hold.

I'm not looking for forever

or some sweet future with you,

only for forgetfulness

in the small deaths

that linger until night fades

into the morning’s light.

Chris Dean is a storyteller, spoken word artist and self-proclaimed Magpie Poet who writes from the heart of Indiana where they live with their husband, dog and too many cats to mention. 

Their work has been featured online, in multiple print anthologies and they are the author of two books of poetry, Tales From a Broken Girl and We're All Stories in the End, published by Storeylines Press.