Lie to me out of habit
Tell me how happy you are to be
towing the line of a bland bottom
Make me doubt the obviousness of it;
of you being the only color left
in that shared universe
Lie to me with such believable bravado;
whatever keeps the alluring light of your star
warming me like a summer cocoon
For I no longer recognize myself,
save this tireless yearning for you;
which is a return to the unbridled zeal
of my younger clay
And I need you like a graceless spurring
toward that dreamt-of, desert oasis
Knock on the door of this empty house
with all the nervous excitement
of a fully-loaded rollercoaster car
Embrace me with your haphazard tan lines
as though you’re a kid who’s determined
to find a four-leafed clover
Glide barefoot through the hallway,
and try holding my eyes with yours while
the rest of your body is energetically unclad
Lie to me about that ocean of ache;
insist that diving into it is dangerous
Pretend you aren’t interested in finding out
how long I can hold my breath
beneath your white waves
Lie to me as you lie to yourself
Let the truth spill out of you by accident
And when you recognize that I’m
not ashamed of our naked flames,
perhaps we’ll find that the rest
of this world is more welcoming of us
than we dared imagine
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