Poker Face

his familiar face…earnest, free of artifice
or perhaps cunningly cloaked instead
constructs expressions conveying love and sincerity
and I’m so easily led

and his smile…warm and pious and bright
could effortlessly pull me under
choppy waves of helplessness, hopelessness
and tear my heart asunder

if I dare gaze deep into his inscrutable eyes
just what will I see…
true love and honesty and loyalty
or trust’s death looking back at me

I wonder…

if I strip the skin from his poker face
tear off his smiling lips
pluck out his beguiling eyes
until all that’s left is bone and blood’s drip

what would I find…

©️2020 KT Workman

20 thoughts on “Poker Face

  1. Okay…

    Love the structure of this, the back-and-forth between two possibilities. The warm and cold interplay, cautiously romantic, until bloody end.

    Again, you and your endings! Reading you always gives me a jolt.

    Love “trust’s death.”

    Liked by 1 person

    1. What a nice compliment. I love giving jolts!
      Trust is a hard one for me. Truth be told, the only people I’ve trusted for quite a few years are my parents, and they are long gone from this old, sick Earth.

      Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.