reels
on my shell game revolving
into inwardly co-wardly boundary babble
rousing from your rabble you say
“do not trust me"
cue your smile
the morning bird responds
"i do"
unwaverly wedding me
truthfully to my two eyed hands
like her fingerprints
shooting blanks on contract
but who am i kidding
you wouldn’t believe me
even if i stole away on your name
your shadowed reeling
contented stone face