Iraq is a Metaphor (Part III)
I never lie: meaning I lie all the time.
Except when it matters.
When it counts the most.
Then I just say silent.
But when you condemn me and others
to such lies, believe me when I say
you protect no one.
I point the finger at the mirror
Allowing the other four to stare.
Back at me.
I am not running this race twice.
You are insane if you think I will do
It’s hard to care when everybody
seems to read your mind.
But, none recall who you are when
you feel as if it is all lost.
As much as I want to hide
from the madness,
I know I can’t.
Dial down your sadness,
Don’t you remember what it is
to truly love?
The night breathes quietly into your lungs.
“You are soooo beautiful.”
You miss your lover’s baritone.
The way he slept.
His breath slow and cautious —
falling from his lips
the odd rise of his chest
his pecks ascension
even and still.