…love is a disguise

Colours shifting in the night
continuous motion
darkness beckons
from the deep wells of the heart
the declivity of dreaming

desperate desires
depths beyond comprehension
now detached from reality
discordant notes drifting

longing is a creature with wings
that carry it
from the deep fathomless depths
of memory

a serpent
resplendent in coils of green
luminous
in even the softest light

and I am drenched
and drowning
as it drains me
bleeds me dry
drop after drop

tears fall from my eyes
holding on to all your lies
love is a disguise

© Ann Bagnall