Discretion

I wonder if
you'll get caught
in your
actions. You
play your
obligations
as the fool.
I know your game,
so when I play it
I don't take it
to heart,
like I used to.
I watch you
leave and when
you come does
she know where
you've been?
I'm sure you've
taken pains
to cover your tracks.
But I know a woman's
heart,
for I have one,
there is a voice
inside telling her
that's something is amiss.
Her subconscious itches
with it.
But you'll tell her
what she wants to hear.
Her mind will attach to that
instead
and not what her body,
with all its wisdom of the universe,
is screaming at her.