His Lies
his lies are his hairs
the crown of his head
making him a king
of your dreams
do you wish him bald
and ugly and finally
unlovable?
caress his hair and kiss
his forehead
you may even put daisies
laurel leaves
there is no halo
but what can you do?
he thrives upon your illusion
upon your wish
he comes through
dreams are free and so are lies
love, love, and love, there is no choice.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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