134....Sonnet LXXXVII

I could remember clearly not planning 
around the order of your gentle world,
looking long enough into your eyes,
discerning the wisdom of your pearls.

I could recall in my vanity
overlooking that you were the beautiful one,
oblivious to tears you may have cried;
how it was all becoming undone. 

I can recollect your confessions
pouring over a glass of red wine,
whispering honesty in my deaf ears; 

your inner most secrets by pillow's side.
Truly a bold spirit had compromised
to explore a grief, to me now consigned.




DionWorx

133....The Great Pretender

I'm not here to fall in love, 
Just claim that I am.
Not voluntarily say "I love you",
Just perform when asked.
Well rehearsed responses
Handy for those times
Your owned insecurities
And foibles collide.

I'm not here to love your mind,
Just your body lines.
Whisper what you want to hear
When we're drunk on wine.
Here! not because I need you,
But because I want you.
Not obliged to tell the truth,
Just what you think is true.

I'm not here to commit,
Just say that I do.
Not listen to what you say,
just pretend I do.
You're in the mind to control, 
Impose your will and rules.
I'll keep bringing the flowers
Because you told me to.

I'm here to play the role well
So you don't relent
From giving me what I want;
Sex with your consent.
The one that is the master
Discourages dissent;
So two faces on one head
Lie beside you in bed. 



I'm not here to fall in love. 
Just claim that I am.




DionWorx