A Hope forlorn

Your pressed lips are of kind truth not flavoured,

for tasteless are the spurious kisses of false desire

given in supposed moments of passion savoured,

mere polished Acts from which you hastily retire.

The wanton eyes you make are not from lust born

but of the painted lover’s mask you always wear,

to render all heart felt feelings into hope forlorn,

a romance masquerade, a child like game of dare.


4 thoughts on “A HOPE FORLORN

  1. A punchy piece. The voice is strong and every word artfully constructed. ‘Painted lover’s mask’…there is that façade some people put in place to avoid real emotion. I like how it takes me several reads simply because your writing deserves my complete attention. Great stuff, as always, Nigel.

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