My lover capable of terrible lies
at night lay close to me
in a dream
that lies like truth.

I woke up, still decieved,
and caressed the bed
thinking it my lover.

It’s terrible. I grow lean
in loneliness,
like a water-lily
gnawed by a beetle.

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