paisley

under the guise of trust

to be known is to be seen

so i press my front to your back
affixing a red expansion of paisley
across your eyes -
double knots and kisses 
at the nape of your neck

i spin you around
and around
the exact amount of times 
i'm supposed to 

into your hands;

the handle of a wooden slugger i stole 
from the abandoned chinese restaurant

and every time i warned you
you mistook me
for something more honest