A Liar’s Liras

Vibrating verbs vuelan
Of their own volition,
And I, in an act of attrition,
Will remain silently sordid,
Helplessly hoping,
Vengefully vying,
The vendetta in the eternal vaivén

And then?
When will it be a surprise,
The hurt behind,
You’ll avert your eyes,
Bereft of your disguise,
It is me that you despise
And watch and desire: Libre de attire

Foolishly fighting the resistance
In the wrist,
The invocation of the tryst,
The triste truth,
A feigned “forgotten”
With a single shred of fabric flapping
Calling you to the edge of the abyss.

It is there that I will remain,
Reveling in the pain,
Trailing the tears and fears in vain,
Watching them fall away,
A mundane day,
It will never be over in any real way
Virtually vanquished, artfully allayed…

Waiting and watching in secret disdain,
The indulgence of your weakness,
the insoportable lightness of your being
The release of your freeing,
A fleeting rush, an eternal flush,
Blushing beneath the bindings that crush
Your mind, your heart, your ser, your vanity in there.