I will not lie.
My affections selfish.
Jealousy ugly beauty.
I will not lie.
Like two pages of a closed book.
Like two halves of a perfect heart.
I put your name into my mouth,
Chew the yearning whose sense no more can feel.
Your indulgence sets me free;
Two sinners in a holy city.
I will tell no tales.
I will not lie.

I will not lie.
If I lose you I lose nothing,
That none but fools would keep.
I will not lie.
In self-exposure to belong to a sigh.
Leaving naked a hot shower with steam,
I disappear from the mirror of the world,
Cut off from your words left far behind.
You call me, I hear you call me.
To radiate. Guilty thoughts divine.
I will tell no tales.
I will not lie.

I will not lie.
Someday on a cloud where I have given,
Where I have made you mad,
I will not lie.
Melted into air, into thin air,
With you lie the sanity’s die.
A fingerprint on the window pane.
I write with effort “In love” in the air,
Too much to bear, to say, to care.
We leave no traces of us around us.
I will tell no tales.
I will not lie.

I will not lie.
If you have brought me to this,
What have I brought you to?
I will not lie.
Disassembled. Piece by piece.
Figures like toys clinging to shadows,
Gazing at the pale moon's roundedness,
Wondering where the dreams have gone,
Asking for what each would refuse to give
on the narrow road we somehow chose.
So we tend to tell tales.
So we tend to lie.