©2021 Michael Raven

love is a lie
whispered in his ear
after late spring sex
in the humid boudoir
they shared for -- days?
a lifetime?
sweaty sheets clinging
to curves in the morn
fingernail tracing
muscles of damp thighs
lilac lingering languid
and the chickadee
don't tell me lies

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