Sweet Orange Sky

Pressing my truths,

impressing your pages,

the cruel truth hides

in my marrow

pillowed in crimson.

My distorted words

trick the multitudes

as lies become truths

and truths become lies

falling heavily upon

shifting haze of clouds,

eclipsing my vision.

I deny the truth

but can’t avoid it

a sweet spray of verity

across alabaster limbs.

I hesitate at gate

of festering lies

but can’t pass

to the other side.

Truth soars

above Xeroxed deceit -

pure essence

of infallibility

without subterfuge.

Truth clothes nakedness

with integrity,

opening a slice

of sweet orange sky

for all to glimpse.

Discarding the peel,

savoring juice

of my soul,

I rip off

disguise of lies

for truth never dies.