Lying Love

Cross your arms, fold your legs, and frown

   Crease your brow and drink with guarded eye

  Knowing in your soul dwell these motions upside down,

     Form and speech your hopes belie.

Eye for eye, toothless frown returned

   Wanes the moon that could by words remount

  Kindle my blue flame, one spark! – Silently I burned.

     Form and Speech my hopes renounced.

©Evan Schultz - 2013