underneath the mystery of half-truths
and meaningful eyes across
a mingling room of bodies
dewy with new encounters
of the close kind
kindling urges, stroking egos
ids left to drown in
an over stimulated soup of response
short-sighted, I needed you
up close and personable but
all you could afford
were your smoke and mirror balls
but underneath your tricks
and breadcrumbs dropped
for me to follow
your serial murdering clues
for me to sleuth
and your fruitless baying at the moon
who never returned your call
was only fear
after all
