The literature of her body
tempts him.
Reading by candlelight
he turns the pages,
but holds his love true.
The air grows chilly
with the smell of deceit
and the dark man
has much he won’t reveal.
Betrayal comes
in a small bloody package,
spattering
across his chest,
as the charade begins
with a kiss.
In the crevices between,
she is chained,
she is strong,
recoiling from the horror
of seeing him with someone else.
Still your girl
always,
but altered.
Not real,
but painful.
Not over,
but done.
“Not over, but done.” Oh, Bangel…