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