hold-me: 
lies lies lies 
does it really matter that marriage is all lies? 
maybe it doesn't 
be afraid of giving up control 
not of the lies 
a distinction can be drawn here 
are lies lies if you know they're lies 
it is difficult for people that can see the future unfold 
to make promises destined to be broken 
unless lies aren't lies if they're understood to be lies 
simple cause and effect 
for example 
we pretend to know cause and effect to preserve a semblance of order 
knowing full well we haven't a clue what really causes what 
order is a functional illusion in this case 
effect is a proactive force 
something effects something else 
we assume 
or we pretend to assume 
that cause and effect conform to the code of logic 
because it works 
but we really don't know why 
anything 
so, if in marriage you know going in ... 
that lies are not lies if you know that they're lies 
maybe it can be accomplished in an ethical way 
let us say we do live in truth 
as a couple 
the communication is perfect for short periods of time 
the rest of the time that communication isn't as perfect as at the height of 
orgasm ... 
its lies 
for short periods of time communication can be perfect 
but to sustain unity indefinitely unfeasible 
lies lies lies 
when the mind is the most aware is when words frustrate the most 
emotion is the way to communicate 
but even then ... 
you know 
*** 
This month's poems are 
Smile, Need Lilith, The Sacrifice, Golden Room, Overstep, and Not Falling 
 
Smile 
Smile upon the face 
of my existence 
I am humbled 
and stand in your guard 
The fire that rains upon the earth 
is your fire 
and the heart without doubt 
is revealed unbroken 
as it tenderly holds truth 
within the folds of its continuum 
*** 
Need Lilith 
I give up nothing 
and I ask you the same 
Lilith glares from the eyes of every woman 
loves the divine and decadent 
without distinction 
For man to have such access 
he needs her 
like I need you 
to be the whore I ride 
roughshod over the roses 
*** 
The Sacrifice 
I suffered as you suffered 
re-evaluating dreams 
through the perspective 
of societal filters 
and comfort of common attitudes 
Whereas I have stayed far away 
not denying the presence 
it was in time 
for the karmic wheel to take you 
Centrifuge of its spin 
separates the seed from the chaff 
virgin bread of Cain 
to satiate you 
The cross is huge 
To find strength in discomfort 
my love will fill you 
with courage 
*** 
The Golden Room
 
She is a mystery that dwells 
at midnight 
Compassion swells 
takes the ephemeral glitch 
and works it out to enclose 
the gift I bring 
Serenades 
the solid strength that 
supports this illusion 
of existence 
Paints our rooms 
resplendent in colors of fruit 
Gives of the very center 
taste of endowed dream 
scent of standing intrusion 
I take her hard 
pounding the firestorm 
of God's wrath into her loins 
Desecrating the very innocence 
I exalt over the 
rainbow bridge to other worlds 
The flower spilt the dew 
drenched my quaking need 
Responds in kind 
Takes my hand leads me 
through a narrow pass 
to the golden room 
where her riches remain 
I lay back and closing my eyes 
quietly listen to her story 
She bloomed and was taken 
to task by her father before her 
Stripped to the core 
Knew who she was 
the part that transcends 
broken faith and pain 
Idol fallen off pedestal 
broken in the courtyard 
of the temple where 
we worship inspiration 
the spark that sends 
swine to flight 
Pins angel wings 
to the backs of the profane 
Exposed feel lips lust 
the energy of touch 
We melt there 
in dance 
I bring the sun to bloom 
the meadow of her flower 
Ascend in spiral 
the push toward a 
chaste reach for infinity 
*** 
Overstep
 
Forsake limits that bind 
reincarnated aspects 
of ambition to understand 
before we accept 
What the hell 
is there to understand? 
Accept or die 
We speak without words 
remember the future 
overstep all we realize 
*** 
Not Falling 
For it seems so 
that we should never part 
Cradle my love 
never restraining my heart 
From anguish raucous 
sentient immersion 
maybe I am dying inside 
maybe my eyes have been 
Hypnotized by lies 
of spawns of hell 
found in his glory 
another rebel angel 
Yet he comes 
atop a flaming chariot 
unhumbled 
and not falling 
*** 
elijah enfieri