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.

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