Laying the laptop alongside the lamp,
I lied.
Lighting striking, laughing I laid you down.
Living loathly where you lay luminating love.
The first lethal elaboration, I had lied.
Longing I've lain with lots of lovers.
Lust lays left and right leaving lapses in time.
Lying leaves lasting lacerations.
I have laid the last memory,
Us lying in Longview. Locked in the medial lateral lobe,
I lie.
I lied.
Lighting striking, laughing I laid you down.
Living loathly where you lay luminating love.
The first lethal elaboration, I had lied.
Longing I've lain with lots of lovers.
Lust lays left and right leaving lapses in time.
Lying leaves lasting lacerations.
I have laid the last memory,
Us lying in Longview. Locked in the medial lateral lobe,
I lie.
Wow. Impressed.
ReplyDelete"the first lethal elaboration..." so many feels within this one- how to take something that so many relationships come across and feel it into words. And the woven emotion of partial regret, but repetition to lie, each and every time...and then uncover the lie, guilt. Thoughts. And more...
"locked in the medial lateral lobe"...MEMORY, the theme throughout and the science within.
Brilliant. One of my favorites so far, my friend.
I like this one too.
DeleteThe Ls didn't restrict the poem, somehow they freed up the dilemma within the character.
The use of the lie, lay, laid ambiguity is fun.