Monday, June 17, 2013

De Mendacio

The Lie

My breath forms mist in the air when I exhale
The mist becomes a dew when it hits her cheek
        As we lie in a tangled embrace

The dew becomes tears on her face when she exhales
The tears fall off her chin to feed a pool of sorrow beneath us
        As we lie in a tangled embrace

The pool overflows to streams with each beat of my heart
The streams become a river of pain coursing through my blood
        As we lie in a tangled embrace

The river becomes a rapids with each of her coughing sobs
The rapids feed an ocean of regret
        As we lie in a tangled embrace

The ocean makes waves that crash over my head
The waves become a tsunami of excuses
        As we lie in a tangled embrace

The tsunami washes everything away, leaving an empty beach behind
We fill that beach with falsehoods and delusions
        As we lie in a tangled embrace

*I wrote this a couple of years ago and promptly lost it. So it was a pleasant surprise to dig through an old file of stuff and find this tacked on to the end.*
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