Mine

Her eyes were vacuums

they sucked into crevices

found secrets never there,

then let her lips

be an inquisition

over ever wandering act

she assumed I had committed.

 

That sign painted by her mind,

which I never saw

had been hung upon my chest

it said no trespassing

this heart is mine!

 

Might have made more since

if she had written the letters

without screaming their meaning

whenever she assumed

their were intruders

though none existed.

 

Ever checking me for fingerprints

got to be such a strain

since she would look in the morning

after I had been in bed all night

assumed a smile on my face

meant somehow there were mistresses

beneath the sheets.