I Broke The Truth, Because It’s Hotter That Way Sometimes

Lines of light are cut  
with horizontal black
from the Roman blinds  
the tousle of your hair  
a cascade of lies spoken at dinner  
that we weren’t fucking tonight  
your reminder that I’m a liar  
 
white dress crumpled to the floor  
traces of your delicate flesh  
on my fingers as they slip  
deftly into hollow caverns  
your sigh in my ear a truth  
that ignites a body that was desperate  
to tell you  
that we’re not going there tonight  
 
I go down like the setting sun  
a slow crash into the cry of waves  
I embed my lack of self control  
my total hypocrisy  
into what I should have left undone  
because you tempt me more than  
I can stand  
 
I release the burden of clothes  
tucking my conscious failures away  
to beat myself with later  
because we’re fragile creatures  
 
your warm body was better  
than the cold sheets I had waiting elsewhere  
we drift apart like flame lanterns  
I can feel your victory in the dark  
it’s flickering on the ceiling