Caught in the snares
of beauty
I am a willing victim

As I lie next to Tate
Naked in many ways

As I am lost in every
Curve and lock of hair

             As she proclaims
               " YOU ARE ****
                  YOU ARE **** "

I paint over my nerves
with directionless words
of work and horses

Returning  to me a bright smile
with  sparkling eyes
she climbs onto me  giggling

          And says  
           "YOU LOVE HORSES
             YOU ARE A GOOD PERSON
              AND YOU ARE **** "

Dumbfounded by her words
But i feel no need to question  
For i am wiery soul that seeks rest
So gather your lies around me
So I may shelter in your branches    

Tell me your
       Sweet lies
Take my money
  I will close my eyes

As I bury my sight like
A mole in his hole
A dark insecurity
Eyes shut like a baby mouse
Not ready for the world

But on opening my eyes
I see her unmoved
Striking eyes fixed on me
Wide open like nets
As though collecting
All my past mistakes
Grinding them into two shiny pearls
As she looks back into me            

And with a russian accent she says
              " I  NO LIE
                  I  NO LIE"
she shakes her head
                "  YOU ARE **** "
Fumbling hands reach out of my heart
Wishing to catch such words
But they are spilled
As my disbelieveing soul
Is already full with  rejection
Mine or the worlds
It has all become blurred

But I care not for my heart rests easy
As I am filled with  gratitude
Letting  my Love just flow and flow