underneath

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