Afterglow

‘When I arrived in your life -
were you ever curious -
or just suspicious -

of what I might be?

Why all of those salesmen wanted your company.
And why was your God selling you lies, like my father had done with his come-to-bed eyes.
And the car salesman who got right into you head -
with cheap deals and false promises - fast sex in his bed.
And four weeks later - did you not think -
about the words on their contracts the fast-drying-ink -
as seductions sweet stories were puked down the sink?

Meanwhile -

The Vicar on Sunday was feeding you lines,
through his unbuttoned cassock - cheap bread and cheap wine -
when you finally saw the truth in his eyes - the vows in his church - just him -
selling more lies.
Now all you have left of their promises stale-stink.
Are some words on some contracts -
in invisible ink.

And me -

still wondering -

‘When I arrived in your life -
were you ever curious -
or just suspicious -

of what I might be?’