I watch the flicker of you swaying in my shame
illuminating infidelity appears invigorating
you bless me with your forgiveness
how righteous I have made you
deception has born you an angel’s guise
my passion, a spiteful spear in your hand
comforting words are not for my benefit
fingers entwined are engaged only to bind me
to, hold me within your tentative gaze
which now I perceive with a clear vision
easy sex has shattered professed perfection
crumpled my complexion upon your eye
my beauty, broken by reckless passion
deconstructed, a misshaped muse,
crushed by the shifting glacier of guilt
you placed so skilfully around me.
© Paul Nichol 2012
