How They Lie

This is how lovers lie

Limbs curled around sheets

Backs against bellies

Toes to shins

Knees tucked into crevices

This is how lovers lie

Hands over hearts

Noses in hair

Lips finding mouths

Smiling on a shoulder in the dark

This is how lovers lie

Sweaty with sex, smoking weed and cigarettes

Or dry on a cold evening

Bundled in long underwear and wool socks

Or before the sex and smoking and winters together -

Just hoping parents don’t knock

This is how lovers lie

Shaping physical untruths

In the matching of their bodies

That seem to fit so well

If you look from the right angle

But this is how lovers lie