let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together
do you know that pretty eyes
see through you, and that pretty lips
will feed you sympathetic lies,
and tongues will give you misled tips
and false directions, destinations.
you exit where it says to enter
whisper rumor accusations
stray from safety net of center
go anti-traffic on a street
and you become those lips and eyes
you're transformed and in a beat,
you sprinkle stars of your demise
aficionado of no trust
and errors of the mangled past
even flowers turned to rust
friend to none, and safe at last.