An inherited trait
flippant off the cuff
snap and shuffle
move to the other side
without consequence
or confusion
The mind is clear
and sharp
but the heart
like a rebellious child
continues to skip
to its own count
And not even with
brighter days ahead
will the path change
or shift the tide
once the stone is etched
- because the sword
always cuts within
a fine line of what
is fair and just
There are no second chances
for the wise guy or his side kick
Subtleties fall like petals
of a loving gesture
from long ago
Slow-mo flash dancer
carries an attache
full of fake mustaches
and sunglasses
Perfected disguise
for the boarder patrol
to turn a blind eye
pretty Mae West doppelganger
...You smile and we know
A slight glance connecting
to the other side
a strangers eyes
shallow and well hidden
The image is a tactic
applied with reluctance
Hushed tone finger to lips
- you never let them see
your pupils dilate
I whisper inside out
with added hope
that you will hear me
and pray you won't
Left handed back slap
glass tips wine spills
dripping drops with
a methodical sequence
onto the tiled floor
...and the count is off
but the heat is on
I see you sitting
in the shadows
back table candle motive
shimmering light burns
Black shades drawn
slick hat slightest tilt
just enough to lay claim
your trade marked look;
just enough to rattle the cage
keeping me on off guard
intentional shove
tap on the shoulder
always letting me know - a reminder
Subtleties fall like petals
of a loving gesture
from long ago
Slow-mo flash dancer
carries an attache
full of fake mustaches
and sunglasses
Perfected disguise
for the boarder patrol
to turn a blind eye
pretty Mae West doppelganger
...You smile and we know
A slight glance connecting
to the other side
a strangers eyes
shallow and well hidden
The image is a tactic
applied with reluctance
Hushed tone finger to lips
you never let them see
your pupils dilate
you never let them see
your pupils dilate
© 2015 TrilbyYates
flippant off the cuff
snap and shuffle
move to the other side
without consequence
or confusion
The mind is clear
and sharp
but the heart
like a rebellious child
continues to skip
to its own count
And not even with
brighter days ahead
will the path change
or shift the tide
once the stone is etched
- because the sword
always cuts within
a fine line of what
is fair and just
There are no second chances
for the wise guy or his side kick
Subtleties fall like petals
of a loving gesture
from long ago
Slow-mo flash dancer
carries an attache
full of fake mustaches
and sunglasses
Perfected disguise
for the boarder patrol
to turn a blind eye
pretty Mae West doppelganger
...You smile and we know
A slight glance connecting
to the other side
a strangers eyes
shallow and well hidden
The image is a tactic
applied with reluctance
Hushed tone finger to lips
- you never let them see
your pupils dilate
I whisper inside out
with added hope
that you will hear me
and pray you won't
Left handed back slap
glass tips wine spills
dripping drops with
a methodical sequence
onto the tiled floor
...and the count is off
but the heat is on
I see you sitting
in the shadows
back table candle motive
shimmering light burns
Black shades drawn
slick hat slightest tilt
just enough to lay claim
your trade marked look;
just enough to rattle the cage
keeping me on off guard
intentional shove
tap on the shoulder
always letting me know - a reminder
Subtleties fall like petals
of a loving gesture
from long ago
Slow-mo flash dancer
carries an attache
full of fake mustaches
and sunglasses
Perfected disguise
for the boarder patrol
to turn a blind eye
pretty Mae West doppelganger
...You smile and we know
A slight glance connecting
to the other side
a strangers eyes
shallow and well hidden
The image is a tactic
applied with reluctance
Hushed tone finger to lips
you never let them see
your pupils dilate
you never let them see
your pupils dilate
© 2015 TrilbyYates
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