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Honesty Lies Upon His Bed
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Honesty Lies Upon His Bed |
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Buzzygirl Junior Member
since 1999-09-11
Posts 42St. Paul, MN USA |
Honesty lies upon his bed disturbed and furtive in the springtime heat beads of sweat, laced with regret his slumber now no easy feat. He used to be the one I called "liar" the truth was purged; thus lacking, found his banquet set upon a pyre, I lit a flame, to scorch his ground. Only now does he admit the truth to himself but time gives him no reprieve, and he has no words to fall back on that I would see fit to believe. His silence was golden until I broke it, And forced him to finally speak when I revealed to him my good fortune I heard his resolve crack and grow weak- backpedaling doesn't become you, my dear, it hasn't the effect that you seek. So what have you to say to me now? Sounds like you had pictured me differently: perhaps you thought I had donned a black chador whenever I went out, so they could all see that I was perhaps in mourning for you? No, I won't join the cloister anytime soon Now that you've learned to tell the truth Or at least let bits of it leak through You admit you've learned it all the hard way And, when fitful sleep finally descends upon you You'll wake again to see my face And hear the memory of my sighs But I'll fade before you, not unlike a ghost In a wisp of mist before your eyes. -- March 1999 |
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Justbleu Member Elite
since 1999-08-31
Posts 3329Oregon, Originally From Alaska :) |
Wow!!! I really have to pay attention when reading your writings or I miss something...I don't know if I've responded to your others but they are good!! Very interesting piece!! Thanks for sharing  ------------------ "Is she living in a dream, Is she playing make-believe???" Justbleu |
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