Satin

her satin tongue
ere ever sprung
wefts and warps
lies to be strung

‘hind silken maw
and tightened jaw
her needle guards
pierce red and raw

it’s her defense
and recompense
a loving heart
the pain immense

so shifting eye
and shifting lie
will weave the tales
but then deny

she’ll not devolve
instead absolve
the innocent
she’ll not involve

‘fore lies are sung
when they’re still young
she’ll bite into
her satin tongue

art: my opinion about you by Agnes Cecile