Truth, Lie Or Dare
If I were a polygraph made flesh,
Of wires and sensors and microchip core,
I would know of the truthful intent
Of lover, of suitor, of paramour.
Our eyes when they meet in the light
Would open the souls of absolute proof,
A fingertip brush of the skin
Confirming of falsehood or truth.
I would hear in the tone of a voice
The frankness of purpose or fraudulent lie,
Authenticate candour of words,
Corroborate, counter, endorse or deny.
But all that I have is a heart,
Bruised and confused by a past of deceit;
How to depend on a thing
Abused and so used to skipping a beat.
I am lost in a quandary of faith,
Apprehensive and frightened of hollow despair;
Be patient and treat me sincere
As I wrestle the conflicts of truth, lie or dare.
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