Empty Bed

He pours her a tall-tale
with barely a quiver
crossing his lips.

As he stares into her eyes,
wrapping his arms
around her waist,
he whispers sweet charms
amongst the subtle words
of his mind fucking games.

She steps back,
feeling his hand
slither away
as scales of pity fall
from a guiltless man.

A man of potent fault
not only in thought
for this time,
he was caught
with his fly down.

This time, she knows
he will never change.

This time, can she,
will she walk away.

© River 11/2011

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