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