We cherish what we gain through self-disguise.
In satin and stilettos I perform
for you: no light can silhouette my form
into a woman I would recognize.
I’ve taken it before you sense it’s gone
as though the bulky load I need to hide
is balsa light, or hollowed out inside.
Such are the truths that liars stumble on.
I choose a crystal glass and pour us wine.
We are both thieves desiring what is owned
elsewhere. By stealing just those words you loaned
I rub the evening softly to a shine.
My camouflage has passed the hardest test:
to fool a fool, first practice on the best.