Playing the Game

A series of poems partly inspired by beta-reading Rhiannon Shaw's someday-to-be released story, Debts

I: Uncertainty

A promise made, a lie left unsaid
Would you kiss my fears away
or add to them tonight
Only the dawn will know
Words are so easily spoken
and actions so carefully misdirected
I hold on to the look in your eyes,
Cherish the memory of a touch,
and pray all storms pass us by

II: Sanctuary

Out of breath,
with time running out
Sanctuary I demand
by any means necessary
I will not go quietly:
I have my reasons

III: Complications

Truth so easily is twisted
to fit the speaker's perogative:
but the honesty in your eyes
cannot be faked so readily
I want to believe what I see
but my mind cannot comprehend
this soul-deep betrayal
And yet, there you stand with open arms
asking me to take the chance
that everything is not what it seems