Said with painfully deceptive truth,
You fain warmth to perfection.
You lay your coat o’er the mud of inflection,
And savor the words in proof,
Of your humanity.
Gallantly you stand your ground,
Enticing the virtuous of heart,
To firstly step forth and depart,
Wrapping their honor around…
Your covetous finger.
Wringing your hands you step out,
Upon decency’s palpable spine,
And crush the bones of affection in line.
Expectation of reciprocity beyond doubt,
Cloaks the duplicitous heart.
K. Aldaya, 8/29/16