The Lie

The compliments flow naturally,

Bubbles from champagne

Caresses are compulsory,

Seductive rules, for a seductive game.

Intensities are guidelines, for

When to run and when to stay,

Lies are compulsory,

Only to keep the truth at bay.

The visual is audible,

Scents mingle with sound.

Love is the fantasy,

That keeps our feet off the hard ground.

Life is imaginary, when we want it to be.

A hard to come by, ecstasy,

To which we’re bound, in which, we’re free…

A bitter sweet kungo, within whose stone, is

almond glee.

One response to “The Lie”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: