You Cannot Trust Him If you don't love him

You cannot trust him, if you don’t love him.
The truth is hidden in warm, sweet flesh and
his voice so close to your ears. He whispers
the words you wanted to hear and listen
to, fall asleep to. Be close to him when
the phantoms close in behind the darkness,
the light you recently turned deep down, when
the daemons aren’t your friends around you.

Tomorrow’s sun is already costumed
in fine silk threads. In your blond, dark head you
imagine what isn’t true is true; you
succumb too easily to subterfuge.
The machinations your mind goes through do
perform mean tricks on you while you dream. Soon
the morning comes and you’re still worried you’ll
be unable to say what you mean then.