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I look into your eyes unsure of what I see

for we share no love, no tenderness

Only lust. Only desire. Only time stolen

from the other that you love.

I know that you love her forever more

I have seen the tenderness with which you have held her

I have seen the desire, the mad lust

but not once have I seen the truth.

We are dirty and wrong, maiming those we love

but we cannot let go.

Your call to me should go to voice mail

but I answer with a breathless drawl.

I need you to release control, to flee

allow me the peace to be.

Such a sorry state we find ourselves in

no correction, no chance to survive.

You took my heart and scorched it.

You broke my soul in two.

I can live without you

but that does not mean I have let go.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

May 27/17

 

Nefarious

ne·far·i·ous
nəˈferēəs/
adjective
  1. (typically of an action or activity) wicked or criminal.
    “the nefarious activities of the organized-crime syndicates”

    Last night my best friend left me her house keys and I used them for a neferious purpose. I stole her toilet paper. And than  I realized nefarious needs to be the word of the week. I love how the word nefarious rolls off your tongue, the pictures that it presents. Nefarious. A word I need to use more of.