Sleight of hand....

I should have known...
by how nimble and swift your kisses were..
that you  were not to be trusted...
Skilled in the art of
legerdemain...
I was tricked... by your sleight of hand.
You...a magnificent magician... of the heart
capable of taking it...and breaking it..while
Giving me the illusion that I am still in one piece
not knowing that my heart was broken and stolen
before the end of your last act...
before I finished the glass of wine we shared...
I was lulled into your will...
because I stared into the depth of your eyes too long
Now... here I am looking for you...and you are long gone
I should have known...
by the way you touched me...passionately...and teasingly
That you...were a charlotan...an...imposter of sorts
Roaming as a Lion seeking the souls of wounded women
To devour....
Yet... I fell...no ...I crashed
into the abyss that is you
You... the great illusionist...
Houdini....pales in comparison to you...
and still though I havent found all the pieces
to my heart yet....
I still have my front row seat...
To the debauchery...that is your trademark
as I sit amongst your other casualties...
Smiling weakly....
because Im thinking ...that you might pick me again
Yet my inner self rages against
this travesty...As I wrestle with my consciousness
To not be taken unaware again....
You...the master of Sleight of Hand...
I can only watch...for I am not strong enough
To participate in your games again.