Private White Lie, por J.B.

J.B.

Private White Lie

You cut through the calm

concealing my scars

prowling 'cross my palm

A caress that could crush

colored by the moon

A beautiful tragedy

my night belongs to you

You seize my agony

and create something new

We weave it freely

with your every breath

I exhale two

Glide up my symmetry

you hover above so close

Though you were so serene

you freeze in your pose

Your form fades before me

and ancient feelings embrace

The specter of past failure

Isn’t here for one taste

(2013)

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