Lie To Me...

How many times we have met, my dear,

Perhaps I can count those on finger of one hand

Your thoughts, galvanizing dead streets of my mind

I have gathered painstakingly like precious gems

Discussions, dreams alternate like bizarre bands.

Soon you will disappear from my life altogether

Back to a life I can neither visualize nor absorb

You'll zoom around faster in the speediest of lanes

Stacking soapbubble memories on pure aspirations

I'll pour mental cement into half-formed dreams

Never knowing the real from the surreal morphs

Lie to me my dearest, tell me you will stay,

And I will lie to myself, that I invented you.

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elise p Jun 8, 2006, 11:21am EDT

what is it about our yearning? we can't just experience each new encounter as though another juicy pippin apple, delicious but more where that came from. no...each one is as though an unconsummated promise...

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Dolphi D. Jun 9, 2006, 5:02am EDT

Better lies and inventions than to lose those precious encounters forever in reality.

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Amber C. Jun 13, 2006, 1:26pm EDT

Oh the sweet surrender of attachment and then release...You have encompassed that aching beautifully.

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