Together, Traitors We


The getting up and coming down,
the waves and mournful airs.
These tired eyes roll over hills,
taught peaks, bare lines
and curls of auburn hair.

Bear for me, my lonesome child
what words i care to give.
Take up for me the stares i pore
cross softened salty skin.

You stretch and fold around these gifts,
accomodating all 
yet i would have you strain
and scream,
and stare me down instead.

All in all I nod my head
so sew each passion shut.
This middle ground, 
this our high noon
is spent seduction's way.

We drink, we taste, 
we touch and take
but never more than fair is fair
than turn about, 
paid weight for weight
by dancing stolen care.

I press a wandering finger's tip
into the lie you still insist
is stark most unadulterated,
true.