The Lies of Rapture

Hold me within the rapture of your lies
deceive my mind to win my heart and soul
and whisper love to fool me into lust
when taking my body to sate your need
let me love in the colour of your eyes
as in the ecstatic moment begins
the forgetting. And give me promises
of a call that will never come; yet still
I wait; my phone silent, it will never
echo the whisper of your voice; I wait.
The gentleness of your lips placed on mine
awaken my senses to the realm filled with
pain where nothing is real and the truth is
the fucking lies of rapture are the same.

© JG Farmer 2017
Form: Blank Verse