Who are you
I ask
to say that?
To say that
with those eyes.
No words –
a look, one look,
and that’s
ENOUGH.Your words stroke gently,
curl my toes.
but eyes despise
and can’t disguise:
those words are
LIES.A fortress of PRETENCE.
I don’t have a DEFENCE.How to seek
the truth
when all appears
to be FINE?I glare
and tear
myself AWAY.I turn my back.
No more talk.
I walk
OUT
to find some eyes
to match
the words
I hear.
© Nicky Clifford 2016
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