Faking It Poem by grace mariner

I am your lover, not your conscience.
Those two rarely mingle well together and have often been the best
reason for 'faking it' on our part.
There is no room for regrets or judgement in my bed.
I bloom in love and grow ever larger than I am,
my growth is inhibited by such trivialities.
We are one, you and I.
Shared lives, here, and on other horizons as well created us.
How do I condemn or criticize you without doing the same
to myself?
Even I am not that much of a hypocrite.
Don't bring your guilt to my bed,
I have enough of my own thank you.
But I put mine aside to be all there for you.
To touch and be touched.
To heal and be healed.
I never had to fake it with you.