gar bled

She wastes ex pense, he is reluctant taking

a gamble in lust, she lusts         the action

he is fastidious with finger and thumb

he’s eager and    perjured,   accused

 for murder    blames her for cruelty, 

she just despises.  hunting       for reasons, 

then past reasons hunted,      guilt      measured

in weight, not in coins, not in blood          she

swallowed   his bait, laid out for        c

onfusion.                  intrusion was made to 

pursue to possess              transgression a 

quest for ongoing proof             but a cause 

for                                    outstanding grief. 

 suck through the  layers of                  yes’s 

and no’s, 

                   to bite hearts black

                             truths

don’t ask again   to refuse        but repent. 

understanding                     uneasy:   if there is 

still a no it might drag down life