Betray Me

Make me ask you in stories,
point to my thrown (out) edges
see that they birth yawning
with fat floating wings
though I tell them to stay.

Take my graceless waiting-
with the hand of change
I bluff- lie to my greed
tie it loud ropes punctuated
(or I'll rob it back
to where I got lost
in you.)

In this treachery
make the quiet easy
and its reluctant death stolen
smart from me where I guard
it with sharp pleasantry.