Lie With Me

By Michael Stolt

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.