steel-eyed doe

let out a silent movie scream, you street-side peripheral
stately aqua-dona dove, pre-emptiness painted on your face
in splotches of brilliant color

there are only lies between the lines, love

but you are twisting up the curtains, peeking light
into your dark spaces; hoping that the token show of seduction
might land another starring role in someone else's scene

but there are only lives between the lies, love
and you are making fools of the faithful, spinning spools of slick silkstring
to lead another spider from its web