Guile

I see no beauty

angled ‘neath your smile.

Nor warmth in your eyes.

And anger, I dream.

Concealed ‘neath your guile.

Transparent to me.

A dream of release,

held sway at the trial

that never occurred.

The depth of my rage

you bathe and defile,

to assuage your guilt.

You reek of distaste,

claiming love all the while,

you look down your nose.

Belief in your truth,

while mine you revile,

kept me underneath.

And traces of heat

that held back the bile,

I save for your lust.

No quarter given

Though we’ve gone the full mile.

Left only at rest

Within something so vile.