Perhaps you thought it’s a lie again
I had lied several times
That I will love you in your deathbed
But all I was, was a liar
But this time, I will wipe your feet
With my wet tongue, and amass the dust in my house
For this time,
Believe me, even though it’s for me
But I promise that my love is a white pigeon
Flapping its wings in the wild gyre
In search of a stench buried in a starless night.
Believe me one last time
Even though it’s for my interest
Even though it’s selfish of me
Perhaps you will stay
And listen to my last lies
I will coo to none but you
My lies will glue us.
Am at the edge now
I like old souls, old people, and old shoes
I am at the horizon,
I like everything as old as me
Except you, fresh like lemonade
At least this time you could listen to my lies
Perhaps you could rest on my shoulders as we did in the tavern
Perhaps you could rest your tired eyes
Peeping deep into my watery eyes
Like we used to do in the meadows
Staring at the last lilies
Before they wilted, like our lost lust
Perhaps you will stay this time
And swallow my last beats
Of the last lies ready to eddy a sailor.
You made my heart beat so fast it shattered like glass in a slum
Perhaps, this time you could stay
And listen to my last breathe
That only counts your steady paces
Like a starlet held in time
I have tried thinking but being wary of my shadows
I have tried stopping my breath
But the thoughts about you
Dissuade me from all my humble thoughts about our parting
And here I am, ready to lick your earthed fertility
Here I am, ready to spew my final lies
Perhaps you will stay this time
And let us flock to the mirage of my lust
Perhaps you could listen to my last lies
That laying my head on your chest
Listening to your heartbeats
That’s the safest and calm feelings in the world.
