Clandestine

Four yards down,
Lingering wistfully by
The fading roses
I could hear your mind working,
Trying to figure out
Where the truth lay.
It seemed like I was
Defending the devil,
Keeping alive
The poisonous tendrils
As they strangled
All that was once
Good and new.

But I was not.

Inside,
I exposed the stifling scream,
Willing you to open your mind
And simply hear
All that I had been
Surreptitiously hiding from you.

She was so loud
I failed to understand
How the world
Was not deafened and destroyed
By her ravishing voice.