Lovers & Liars

We are lovers and liars –
We tease, taunt, tickle, caress, arouse,
With excuses and sweet lies whispered,
Treacherous foreplay and faked orgasms –
A regular bonnie-n-clyde holding hands.

I am the betrayed underachiever,
My concubine the unfortunate discard;
The impotent and the barren, the rage and the silence;
With blunt talons I want to claw and kill,
She is the boxer ko’d with no comebacks.

At dawn and dusk, we walk on sublime paths,
Past graffiti and billboards with convenient truth,
In deserted parks with shrubs and weeds,
Where lovers kissed there are self-righteous carcasses.
We prefer honest liars, giving all without promises.

We are liars but lovers.