His Heart Is Her Haven

She holds him at midnight.
Suffused in love,
Drifting into sleep.

Drifting into sleep,
Safe in the harbour
Of his protection.

The day is no longer young.
From a dream she awakes,
Nothing has changed.

Nothing has changed,
He’s still there.
His heart is her haven.

A Terrible Game To Play

It’s a terrible game to play
in a cheap place, noisy and dark.
Leaning closer to hear his words
I felt his smile.

His eyes were green,
I trusted them.
My secrets spilled out,
he nodded, understanding.

I was wrong to trust
the lying eyes.
If he smiles at you, remember
it’s a terrible game to play.