Ephemera

Fool me tonight, once more.
Tell me the same old set of lies.
Make those false claims again.

This time I shall lock away the logic and lose the key.
I shall tell my brain not to stay guard to my sanity for the night.
I shall gun down the Small Voice Inside My Head so that it doesn't sound a burglar alarm.
I shall unpack Love and other such things because they are unwelcome to the place we are heading to.

Abduct me again,
to the island of attractive flowers that wait bidding their time to trap their innocent preys...
to the rocky beach where waves of sin crash the shore of lust...
to the trees where fireflies celebrate their transient existence of a night...

We shall lie.
Pun intended, my Love.
We shall lie beside and to each other.
We shall strip our morals off and hang them on the fence of right and wrong.
We shall make love to our demons all night.

And when you fall asleep in silver sand under the moonlit sky, I shall discover Love that has managed to sneak with us.

Maybe, if I could, I would deport it.
Something eternal like that has no place there.