Iota of Truth
You were asleep in your chamber.
I reached out for salvation,
and my hands touched your eyes.
I longed for comfort too long,
then your lips broke on my lips.
My heart ached and I was crying,
and you caressed my existance, your hands.
I wanted to know my reason for exiostance,
and you gave yourself to me.
I wanted to be safe from all the evil
and my groping hands found your breast.
Yes, I am safe and secure, I am sound
You were there for me when i needed you.
Someday, when we meet, I might ask you,
how was it to be my tormenter for long?
Dear life, lie not as all I have is lies
give me an iota of truth between lies.
Yes, indeed this is a lie too as I never...
made love to you, you were in your chamber.
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