I’m in pain
(obviously)
I’m going to dance the memories in your brain,
invoking fallacies & travesties –
inviting feelings that you’ve haven’t felt.
you’ll be thinking things
that don’t make sense!
wooing the heart & soul
from your soft breast.
The love poems of old have
past their time & grown cold,
New ones need to be written to
hide my devious smile &
soothe away my obvious guile!
Honeyed tongues do lay waste to reality –
yet, they taste sweet & are enticing to feel.
wil becker
1995.09.13
