The Lie

Lying low, lying, lying with me
I am a lie, your lie, as we lie,
I love our acts of lying, our
Lack of rush, our straightforward lying,
Our covers over our bodies like whispers,
We lie. Our bodies can't help but lie.
In this lie lies some truth, though, truth
In its very action, because it just is,
It exists, you said that to me as I
Had said it to others, It just is,
This short, gasping breath of a lie,
Oh God, this beautiful lie, I have
Cried in desire for this lie, I love
Love, love this lie, our lie.