Recusant

[Saturn]

Recusant

I always bundle you into
The dark priest hole,
Active, but vestments
Muted and all ceremony
Secret from prying eyes.

I'm a recusant, double-
Dealing liar of sorts, an
Outward conformist with
My two fingers crossed
In hope behind my back.

A partisan for love, taking
Pot-shots from window-tops
Hoping to strike your heart
With a silencer's dull blow
Against your stout defence.

Must I always mouth words
Of contradiction to your ear
The words of attachment
That would intimacy beg
And my adoration profess?

My cunning cannot conceal,
For all my one-half truths,
That my affection is too
Much of ardour, too much
Of love to honestly reveal.
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[marwood]

Good work again Saturn.
Take care.

[Saturn]

Why thank you marwood.

[Raphael]

That is very striking Saturn.