Earmark

No one is true unto you
except the one you love
Emigrate your heart
Pierce that sadness
with veiled desolation
Borrowed from a glass envoy
Hiding to please
and pleasing to hide
Following cheap press
Watching oil lurch
like feelings across
hijacked phone lines
I sit
I wait
I hope
that you will earmark
my dishonest wreckage
with a dressmakers flourish