we have learned to lie…

we have learned to lie about the truth of your smile,
we know all too well all about your lovely wiles.

let those who lounge in tanning salons pretend
to love the sun- in comfortable denial.

we do not believe a better fate for ourselves,
but to flourish by the grace of your holy bile.

thank god, mercy is chief among your many names-
cool rain falls at last on cruel after cruel hot mile.

we remember you and your cool smile tonight,
as we await tomorrow’s promised wedding-aisle.

darvish blows a kiss to the wind, but softly thinks
she’s a no-show for sure, i can see her sweet smile!




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