And We Lied

I fixed my gaze On her twirling sexy eyes Stripping her naked in my seclusions Even with her Jeans still on Hmmm . . . And we lied. Two and half years ago Was the day my Adam in the hood last Spoke to an Eve, This was my yarn. Six of years ago was hers' When she last felt the warmth Of an Adam in the hood Of it here or the one that Crossed the Red Sea, I know not Indeed, that was her tale. I sent an errand through her heart Saw in it a white dancing wary lie. And she sent her eye lashes Piercing through my puzzling mind She felt the lie in my cagey smile. She sighed . . . And we both lied. Alayande Stphen. T Tues ,2nd,August, 2006 5.49pm It is still me and her in our solitude Stemming from the Still Waiting poem.