Sugarlips,
Lie to me.
Weave a real whopper,
Something preposterous, unbelievable
And detestably false that
no one else would believe.
I will trust you.
Absorb your falsehood and
Become your fib
As others deem it incredulous,
It will be truth.
Though ally of the skeptical,
I will taste sweet honesty on your lips.
Blanket me with details,
I’ll broadcast your innocence,
truth renounced.
Let me float in ecstasy,
Deliciously drunk with man-starved pleasure,
Lie close.
Kitten swirled ‘round Achilles,
White? Gray? Black? No matter.
We lie.
Elusive Truth,
I’ll reckon with you,
Alone.