Tuesday, September 1, 2015


Mark Muthiora


In her eyes is desire
for a love that will poison
a passion that will madden
a waiting that will numb
this she knows not
but mine heart is black.
In her eyes is trust
simple, unquestioning
that I’ll be a just lover
endearing and faithful
how mistaken she is
for mine thoughts are impure.
In her eyes I see naivety
a victim about to fall
to the snares of false charms
life-long lessons from a wicked world
for she loves me
and in so doing, she loves wrong.

Mark Muthiora

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