A Confession An overt flash of a sudden crowd, no solitude keeping us under false pretentions. That shimmer in the darkness from those eyes that widen with each word, that falls from your tongue and rests at my feet. The last thing any of us need is another round of drinks, that we drag together with end of the month scrapings. Again we remain closed, as another murmuring of questions is on the cards, pulled from an incomplete deck. Singular street lights make double shadows, which hide me from your temptations. allowing me to mask that frown that you trigger with each sentence. I escape that slow pendulum swing, that once again, fails to hypnotize.