The Spider and The Fly

Emerald, jade, teal, olive
Your eyes, but only sometimes.
Jealously hails from greed.
One of seven.

Gold, flaxen, blond, yellow
coils tamed into submission.
The shade of honesty and sincerity,
marred with deceit; tarnished.

You sit silent, not one word.
A thousand of them trapped beneath your mask,
the web you knit between the truth and what you say.
Pride won’t let me tear it down.
The fly must chase the spider.

Pretending to be strangers, pretending to be fine.
Liar, Liar.
Everyone sees it,
everyone but you.
I refuse to let this go, you deny it happened.

When that fly, green and gold, catches up
don’t expect that spider to be interested.
Moving on, moving up.
The fly remains in the tangle,
devoid of the spider or its sympathy