When the truth fell from your lips,
I wanted desperately to hide it;
I had already scraped the veneer off my
lightly guarded morals ’til blood dripped
down your naked legs.

You gave yourself to me atop lies
laid bare on a stained mattress,
tongues curled in warm mist,
the ebb and flow of fiery ego
floating in the carnal Deep.

Was it spite, that we didn’t run,
or lust without incredulity?
Abandon the thought, eyes spoke.
Thus, led by pain and weightless by truth,
we dissolve together, just once more.