My lips are sealed like a shrink-wrapped book.

Do you dare prise them open?

To do so might reveal a truth

More lethal than a lie.

You would wince at the evasive skill of my past;

Notice how the movement of my eyes

Failed to match my lips;

Feel my rapid pulse as I steadied myself

With a firm smile;

Hear again the lubricous eels of my excuses

Which you swallowed whole;

Receive again those almost expensive gifts,

Sops to attenuate your suspicions.

But why bother to unwrap me now?

We are still together and your wrap

Is tighter than mine.



       © Derek Power