Infidelity

Two fingers pressed firmly

On palm to relieve,

Intangible pressures

Which dare to deceive

And tempt away, swiftly

With mirthless derision,

The songs of the Siren,

Which breathe indecision.

A raucous, relentless-

-ly harrowing cry

As calm as high treason,

As loud as a sigh,

With harboured resentment,

For a love now long lost,

He would prove himself wrong,

Whatever the cost.

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