I appreciate nice beds
Silk linen-and sheets.
Confessing to stars,
To the Darkness that devours.
Too soft, the sheets
Graze the bodies
Of the lovers I take in my bed
Barely aware of the truth
Hidden under the mattress.
Here- here I craft my makeshift bed
Under the endless skies
And lay bare my bed of lies
For the whole world to see.

What is the biggest lie you have ever said?