Double-Agent (A poem!)

I talked to you backwards,
through the newspaper,
all the right words in all the right places.
Putty.

And then you shuffled round -
wrong.
You talked quickly,
you looked like a ghost.

And I listened to every last,
snivelling protestation.
I was a mirror -whimpering in time.
The beat – that coward's pulse -
beats still,
I dance to the rhythm.

Once again - a not entirely serious poem. I can't write them - but I did enjoy this!