And We Lied
I fixed my gaze
On her twirling sexy eyes
Stripping her naked in my seclusions
Even with her Jeans still on
Hmmm . . .
And we lied.
Two and half years ago
Was the day my
Adam in the hood last
Spoke to an Eve,
This was my yarn.
Six of years ago was hers'
When she last felt the warmth
Of an Adam in the hood
Of it here or the one that
Crossed the Red Sea, I know not
Indeed, that was her tale.
I sent an errand through her heart
Saw in it a white dancing wary lie.
And she sent her eye lashes
Piercing through my puzzling mind
She felt the lie in my cagey smile.
She sighed . . .
And we both lied.
Alayande Stphen. T
Tues ,2nd,August, 2006
5.49pm
It is still me and her in our solitude
Stemming from the Still Waiting poem.
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