I Could Lie

I could lie to you
and describe the beauty of the sunrise over the field
as I hold the smooth warmth of my lover’s bare breast,
listen to birdsong and
smell bumble-bee farts in the flowers,
but that would be a dis-service
to the morning I spent alone;
intensely beautiful
in its own cold, dark, windy way.

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