Poets & Liars

Poets & Liars

Plato penned poets as liars.
Thrice removed from the subjects of their idolations,
their knowledge sorely lacking,
easily dismissed from society were they.
If this rings true, my dear,
then I, among all poets, am most wicked,
penning half-truths to, and of, you
until you cannot stomach
my saccharine praises –
of hand and eye and foot,
of touch, of voice.
My odes ring too deep
for our half-winded love affair.
We were over before we’d begun,
just pottery fragments
discarded by the failing artist,
another grand liar, like me.