Words slip off his tongue
like waterfalls off crevasses.
She revels in their grandeur -
until the monsoons come
and she is washed away.
***
Her words are like silk on skin,
seeking catchments in his heart.
But how could she ever know,
he was the maestro, and
his heart - a trap.
***
Their words, like rolling in bed entwined,
seeking destinies in love,
when the only truth was -
the turn of a perfect phrase;
everything else a beautous sham.
***
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