rooted truths

the hooded disguise
your hair sparsely covered your cobalt eyes
deep as an ocean, rich as the caves treasure filled
the revolver in your hand
although not real
always ready to pull the trigger
unpredictable and calm
you were the mystery ready for me to hunt
i wanted to know all
peel the infestation of secrets and gulls
expunge the truths rooted underneath the half-smirk
appease the whispers to my cure
i was drawn to you like the artist with his brush
mixing the colours on purpose
spilling the paint precisely as they should lay
next to each other with every curve
the curse of enchantment
you knew how to conceal and reveal your thoughts
one at the time, on purpose, precisely so
your calculated moves in the chess game
and i fell for it all

© simon whittle — from lovers’ tiff: a ballad

One thought on “rooted truths

  1. writernotwrong says:

    Deep runs the echoed secrets we hide behind our smiles. A look can pounce on its prey without warning, love this for what it is the truth of its
    hunt. Not a choice but how it must breathe. Wonderful share I enjoyed the read and your work.


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