Loving My Lie,4 Cynthia Poem by Clarence Mohammed

Loving My Lie,4 Cynthia



I held her feet,
like two hands in a prayer,
I kissed them with paradoxical tears,
The same feet that ran from me in fear,
She said she's cold like that night of winter air,
Thank you for holding up the mirror,
Of truth and love to my eyes,
cause I no longer make love to my lies.

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