He Said

Like the somnolent tones of a radio announcer
yours is just the right register,
a voice of quiet, natural authority.

Its musical cadence of maleness,
mellifluous and mesmerising,
lulls me.

The words become unimportant.
It doesn't matter what you say.
Entranced by pitch and rhythm
I lose all reason.

When I lay my head on your bare chest
in the small hours
the muffled murmuring ripples deep
through cavernous chambers.

I dont listen, not properly.
I should have listened
when you said you loved me.
I should have heard,
really heard, that it did not ring true.

You lied.

I heard what I wanted to hear
and was led to the brink,
following the hollow promises
of your tricksy voice.

Empty echoes fall
into deaf and blind ears.
But now I see. Now,
there is nothing but
terrible silence.