Two Timing Mouse

You came home loose sketched 

calling me ‘honey’

with those large graphite grey eyes 

smudged mascara black  

and a cross hatch frown 

formed from a shaded glance down,

and yet it was the animated sadness 

in the corners of your mouth 

that outlined some deceit 

in such an intricately hand tinted sorrow.

I’m sorry I found it so funny,

but you did sound like Minnie Mouse,

I’m sure at one point 

you even said Mickey had found out

as you tried to cling to me; 

end of the world close.

Although I admired that you could sob 

so enthusiastically 

without depth, 

bubbles of pain effervescing 

above your doleful head,

but you always were 

a dimension short of being loving.

Time to confess

that you’re not so skilled in multitasking.

You couldn’t cry and talk simultaneously

you tried,

but it just blabbered out 

in fizzy snot and squeaky noises

as you acted out a cat and mouse charade

in a polka dot dress.

© 2006  P.A.Levy

First published by Aireings 2009