delectable liar.

do your piping hot words

take the shape of the wafer-thin promises,

that escape your mouth over the table

to another’s ears?

does the honey dripping from your voice

ooze into the cracks of another’s soul, just as sweetly?

and most of all do your hungry eyes,

that stare straight into my own, unwavering,

shift to the side the minute I look away?

- ladybell