Monday 10 August 2009

Betrayal

Betrayal

The door to her room was open and welcome
then it shut behind like a stranger unkind.

He tapped it softly and called her name,
to offer recompense churlishly
but without any shame.
Another game thought she
not enticed by such a wanton plea.

Creeking the door ajar, he took his chance,
and there stood she, realised he unconvinced,
a disbelief unseen not yet since.

Her eyes met his then disengaged to look away,
then he stepped forward not thinking any better,
persuaded by himself without affection or fetter.

Standing so near he recalled her warmth,
but she stood her ground and kept her sense.
He felt forlorn and beckoned towards,
she was not impressed, neither sorry nor with pretence.

In her dream he’d smiled, reminding her he cared,
but he’d left her nothing of desire
his affections elsewhere shared.

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