Image: Antonio Mora
I watched you so often from afar
Never dreamed I would encounter you
Never imagined you would show a speck of interest
As you went about your lofty manipulative business.
It was as I recall a chance
Alone on the same bus stop
You piqued an interest
I fell for your allure.
A drink you said in feigned innocence
My mouth fell open too good to be true
My brain flashed red, signalled an alert
My other brain said: ‘Go man go.’
So with eyes on mine, your hand held firm
You led me and I gladly followed.
There’s a lot of truth in ‘grabbed by the short and curlies’
But you never notice when enamoured
All starry eyed and dribbling.
Within a week I was in your arms,
I thought of nothing else but you
Those moments where you dropped your dress
When you took me in hand into your bed.
Never had I felt such lust, such desire
You said you need me, said; ‘You’re my one great love.’
Made me feel the ultimate man
My ego you embellished beyond its worth
But I was too blind to ever see.
Then the subtle requests, if you don’t mind
Take this here, drop that there,
We need to be rid of the competition
There’s only room in this town for us.
With blood on my hands I answered the door
Man handled and jostled, led away
I turned but you were no where to be seen
Evaporated as if you’d never been there.
Then I realised your careful manoeuvre.
I was the one left holding the bunny
You had vanished, never heard of again.
Caught red handed, I did see the joke
I languish and continue to do so.
I never dreamed of meeting you
Never imagined you interested in me
But I was your patsy, nothing more.
It was as my mother once said:
‘Too good to be true? Then it probably is.’