Retribution

I wonder can I trust your bold assertion
That life is like a window opened wide
And we are just two larks upon the threshold
Limbering our wings to soar outside
When my frantic heart wants nothing but to hide?

You insist my mask is shallow, barely present,
That I am leaning toward that squarish hole
And with a look you dare me to deny it
As you stalk the tangled jungle of my soul,
While I ascertain just how I lost control.

You're a thief and ply your trade with cool perfection
Saying all is copasetic, more than fine,
As you pilfer every thought before I think it
And you casually rearrange what once was mine.
In dismay I gulp another glass of wine.

Though I'm used I feel myself go soft and pliant
And surrender to the bliss of how it seems.
Like an acorn falling to it's new beginning
I am drawn into your plush, angora dreams
Where the triumph in your smile madly gleams.

Just keep talking while I cave to your proposal
And let you taunt me there upon the brink.
Though you'll never take me whole or unresentful
I will say you've won if that is what you think
And record my tale in shades of purple ink.