The Most Beautiful Cruel
My lips are glued shut. I am rendered speechless
by imagining
but I think I am less than you desire
and although I know there are times
when the cosmos colludes to make me appealing -
mostly I am not.
So instead of blossoming in your presence -
I shrink and shrivel
become even less than I am.
But then you smile
It is the most beautiful cruel – false hope