Beautiful Lies Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

He told me the Nile River had curves that spoke to my lips of paradise.

When he looked into my eyes the pools of Olympus burned within his heart.

His eyes heard Atlantis crying for directions back to civilization when he held me.

Our synchronized movements exploded in Greece as we held the night in our love.

When the morning met the day it disappeared because of my beauty that controlled life he said.

Her hair is that of woven angels' abilities as she sleeps in his arms of everlasting existence.

When she cried he caught her tears with his kisses that ended the night of love.

He sanctioned the Falls of Peru to stand still until he whispered her name in French dialect.

The wind of his words causes the Eiffel Tower to imprison her anatomy of guilty pleasures.

In his love for her he will crawl the Sahara Desert just to see her smile.

His hands captured the sun for her sauna of moonlight bathing.

Irresistible to her fleece of spectacular voyages he crowned her with his coronations of beautiful lies.


Written by Theodore Mosley

October 17,2019