Scoundrels

These tears Liquid blue, Streaming from origins uncertain, Endless. Where or what Prompts this type of response, Silence. Of the heart Tread soft As I attempt to reminisce … His hand reached to caress While his mind wandered, His eyes fixed Lips pursed and ready, Nothing. All I could taste was her tongue And remember the lights on her car as she slithered away, Whispers flee under cover of night Blending. Into that darkness that becomes her Vixen. Filthy miscreant That’s for the both of you …