one night stand

be honest.

can't you just be honest?

i am flat on my 

back

and you crush me with your version of

truth.  and hard as I try, 

I can't read

the rules that rise and set

in the pools of your 

eyes 

be honest

can't you just be honest?

for i fear that in the 

fragmented pieces of you

I will not find the 

treasures that your body

swears are true 

and now, my head is nodding to the rhythm of 

you plus me

and my foolish form reads your lies as though they were

sonnets.

be honest

can't you just be honest?

because all i really wanted was a little bit of honesty

not all of this. Again it seems 

the exchange value for a few G and T's

is still little more than lies that lie in lust.

and there is never any love to be found

in souls dampened by 

sweat drenched sheets 

and late night promises.