You wonder how betrayal looks? When the eye That catches your eye Vanishes through Like an arrow of habit Hurtfully blunt And the palm That brushes your palm Is cold and askew And the body That covers your body Penetrates you Down to the core And over and more With not so much As a grasp of yearning Nor lust And your morning Is pungent and crabby And stoned by the frost That's how betrayal looks No need for another No need for a strange bed No need to cover your tracks Betrayal can emerge Within itself, slipping Into the cotton of trust Stubbornly dripping Into the dusk Of your greatest scare Until it is soaked With the primal fear And you feel yourself Being put on a sale By each kiss And each touch And each 'dear' That's how betrayal looks

Aleksandra Kocmut - Kerstin