Faux Contrition

Faux Contrition

Here I am another try at writing
Epistles of love; letters of chance, some notes
To spark a heavy heart, to cease cruel fighting
The lover’s load, tightening of the throats
Some coaxing, just some small words, pillow talk
Penned with thought, a valentine missive
A candied-breeze, flowing sweetly, a walk
Down Eros smooth path where divisive
Demons dare not tread and kill the dream
I’m trying to say I’m sorry, but I sound
Contrived, a phony with an ulterior scheme
I truly didn’t mean to cheat and fool around
With that no good girl whose lovely chest,
Comforts the head at rest, on her soft breast