The con man knows the deepest dread
you’ll never face directly lies
in finding loved ones in your head
are spun from threads your head supplies
and loved ones elsewhere don’t exist –
to love, you had to apprehend.
You fix your vision and persist
in faith your dearest friend’s your friend.
The con man knows you’ll doubt a part
but not the whole. His words are true
expressions of a crafted heart
attuned to what the words can do.
His ministrations are as warm
and intimate as surgery,
so pleasurable to perform
they bless his choice to never be.