Her blue eyes penetrate the red curtain
Formed by her shimmering hair
They keep going right through me
Like I’m just not there.
Her mouth twists downward on one side
His displeasure for me to see
I’ve got her over a barrel now
It’s a place she’ll seldom be.
For her words are calculated daggers
They cut and flense the truth
They pervert it to her desperate desires
The mild mannered becomes uncouth.
But I have caught her in her own web
Me she can’t now deceive
The facts are incontrovertible and fixed
She herself she does not believe.
Her countenance softens and so does she
She takes me by the hand
Her tear traces a languid path downward
She prays I’ll understand.
I take her wrist with tender countenance
And swim in her pleading stare
She smiles her broad smile of victory
Then I handcuff her to the chair.
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