Dazzling

Lying for Love

I am lying on a bed of bloody roses,
Through my whitened teeth,
with operatic shouts. I am lying
on a bed of dead cos lettuce, I
am lying over chocolate, under wraps.
I am lying on a tottering
tower of your mattresses,
and am princess enough
for your pea. I am lying
on a bed of coffin nails, say
my bad habits are smoke
and mirrors. I am lying,
on clinical sheets, shroud white,
about the cast of my past;
not quite the capsule of scarlet ink
but many cuts of the editor's
scissor. I am lying
on the palm leaves you lent me.
as you and your burden
clop off down the path.
Lying with, for and to
the man, for love,
because the truth lies,
horizontal.