Cheating

Previously,
I would have wanted to rather forget,
but today I want to rather
remember and lie
and carry on -
with coffee
and politics
and other useless
things.

I want to lie because
secrets are sweet sometimes
and memories are sweet sometimes
and some warrant to be preserved
through time;
hence,
I would like to
entrench in my brain,
your tongue,
our kisses,
my fake orgasm,
and your thwarted one,
so imperfect,
so poorly done,
that it made us giggle
and
thank God that we are not lovers.

Why don’t I want to rather forget
this of all of the perfect ones?
What about that time? And that time?

Who knows!
Closeness is a strange business.