Promised Lies.

Promised Lies


Out beneath a pale lit moon
through an Autumns night affair,
she lies on a bed of solitude
high tides of wild despair.

A closed eye weeps of shaking fear
from a nights torrential bout,
fired up on whiskey coke and beer
he'll return through the night no doubt.

The spider crawls the snake will hiss
upon her mid-night shore.
With loving lies and stabbing eyes
a poet she adores.

The bed reveals a rooms great sigh
dark secrets stain the floor.
Upon her ear the echos stir
of a promise to dance no more.

                                        spb.