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Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Lovers and Liars

We were lovers,
and we were liars,
declaring love
so we could follow
the desires of our
own selfish hearts.

Heedless, mindless,
blind to the pain
we were causing
others who
were invested in
our lives.

We both blamed
the spectre of
our youths,
but we were
old enough
to know better.

We reveled in
the joy of our
company, and
the abandon
of our bodies.

We swore we
would part as
friends, but that
too was a lie.

Love and lies
are more intimately
related than
kith and kin.

Lovers and liars
are comfortable together,
lounging naked
in their true skin.

In a world that
is poison to
love, perhaps
lies are all
we have.

In an age
when love has
no meaning, maybe
lies are a
new golden calf.

© Francisco G. Rodriquez, 2012

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