Lie With Me

Lie With Me

I lie!

Forgive me!

I lie here with you

in a bed of lies.

Cries of desire flow,

“Go slow”, I say,

keeping the lies at bay.

Housekeeping is mad making;

dusting and cleaning.

I lie!!

Believe me!!

We lie on the things we love-

squash them to keep them safe.

The truth is heavy but light -

the bed’s springs need

replacing –

places map out

our living and dying.

Why does that always enter-exit my thoughts?

The neuron that gets caught.

                                    Thought.

Think, link your existence to another’s

                                    contact;

contract, cataract – the blindness

is a wildness for sure.

                        What’s the cure?

Coveting, loving – dying.

                        There it is again,

a constant thing, like lying.

- By Michael Stolt

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