It Is Enough!
Is this the littleness you claim I always give,
That seems never quite enough on which to live?
The littleness I give when times get tough,
Diminished always by you...
Not enough!
Are the shallow-minded ever
satisfied?
Are their pretentious fantasies but believed-in lies?
Come, lie with me and frothy-mouthed do swell,
So that afterward, I can believe your lie as well.
Noting honey-coated, saccharrine-sugared creams,
Littlenesses, the expanseness of my other lover's dreams.
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