A decoy, an evasion.
The same stroll down the same
stretch of sand.
Carbon- copied phrases. Promises. Ploys.
A different woman’s skin to hook into.
Renewable forgeries, new faces.
The plot. Seeing her smile.
Watching her face change in passion –
To feel her slowly become a believer.
Her eyes soften, her body opens to him.
It is the ruse of lies
and even a trap of tears.
It is his blue eyes
conquering their momentary fix.
But, even the flatterer becomes alone
in the universe.
He is a weathered boat left at dawn,
with nothing but shadows on its pillow.
* The prompt was to describe imitation/flattery.
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