Electronic Lies
I lie in bed and lie
You, thousands of miles
away, lie under a blue sky
Electronically I text
Ironically, it’s no
longer the wanting, the urge for sex
It’s the contentment
The environment of
lethargically sinking into a marriage
That uncontrollable
Emotional scream of
sucking quicksand, it’s gripping hand
So, I lie here in bed
and lie
A week before I return to Boracay, alone : January
2012
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