We are lying in a million ways
Between the clicks of our teeth
The flicks of our tongue
Through the slants of our eyes
The crossing of our thighs.
We are lying with smoke and mirrors
Under paint and silk and lace
And past that we are honest
Flesh, exactly as we are.
You are lying in a million ways
Between the flex of your muscles
The acceleration of your car
Through the size of your wallet
The brand of your drink.
You are lying with status and suave
Under paper and plastic and brawn
And past that you are honest
Flesh, exactly as you are.
But you and we, we want the lies we web
Even as we tangle in what we weave.