Succubus

Succubus

Your tongue is a knot,
Thus, I don't initiate
   conversation,
You are a bird's eye,
Providing warrant
   for the implication,
And you're a bottle,
Whose neck never invites
   participation,
You are the lone leaf,
That scurries towards the dam.

But it's surprising,
When you allay your need
   to be the teacher,
And it's alarming,
When you decide to hide
   from me the preacher,
And I turn t'wards you,
Alas, unfold my wings
    to bear my feature,
As you dare to plunge,
The dirk behind the scam.
   
Invino Veritas
12/19/13
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