Lies have spun, a web so vast
The truth, no longer seen
A history not replete with fact
On make-believe, you wean
Words, cast with apparent ease
Unsteady they do stand
Illusions of, what did occur
Integrity, a foreign land
Hiding in the shadows now
The lessons to be learnt
Will you stand and face yourself
Or continue to be burnt?
Judgements mirror, your own mind
Reflecting how you feel
The chaos, just a smoke screen
Of all the promises you steal
The promises and dreams, sewn into the dress
Were impossible to resist, I have to confess
The purchase of silk, with its taffeta twill
An enhancement required, or the intention to thrill?
The soft touch of the fabric, on the length of my thighs
The warm, sensual hold, of its multiple plies
The cold touch of the zip, from the nape, down my spine
I caressed the pure form, of a mere, hand-stitched shrine
The mirror invited me, to accept its allure
Offering me more, than I could ever endure
Evoking a lust, through its objectification
Subjecting my ego, to its verification
I twirled in the confines, of the falsely lit booth
Justifying its cost, by deluding the truth
Caught up in the drama, of who I could be
Yet I was no more, than the brand I could see
A date, an anniversary, a marker of time
Etched on my soul, in the depths of my heart
Gently slipping out, of the costume of love
The brush strokes fading, on our work of art
What was the pact?
Our soulful tie
That brought us both together?
What was the reason?
Our paths converged
If no permanence in forever?
What was the lesson?
The learnings revealed
That required so much pain?
What was the glue?
The cement that set
That cracked when under strain?
What was the purpose?
The divine intent
Of sharing what we shared?
What was the bond?
That couldn’t hold
The views we never aired?
What was the moment?
The shifting gear
That set this course in action?
What was the cause?
The single act
That ceased all further traction?
The sun set fire to the horizon
Playing loose and free
With the day’s events
Strumming lightly on the clouds
Preparing to rise
Elsewhere
On another sky’s dreams
My wardrobe was defenceless
As I set forth on my cull
To strip bare every hanger
To be decisive and not mull
Clothes littered every surface
Synthetic fibres filled the floor
From the vintage to the modern
As I emptied every drawer
Moth-riddled knits, of old assumptions
Threadbare, unravelling at the seams
No longer held the pure allure
Of their purchase-day, bought dreams
Jeans of different coloured denims
Bought to lift and shape and tuck
Promises broken like their zippers
Now in a pile and ready to chuck
Of all the glittering dresses
That did confidently project
A shiny armour of pretence
Their own bias, just circumspect
Stylish layers of anticipation
To wear close and to the skin
No longer touched, by hands of another
Are now lifeless and wearing thin
Too much material to handle
In garments for every event
Just a preoccupied illusion
Of my cloth-made discontent
shiny pebbles 