unabashed, ok not really,
that I lied to her,
but with no bad intent,
******, I lied again.
I exactly meant what I professed to her
alone in the woods, after we both drunk too much.
I swear.
I tripped over my tongue again,
I see, But, 'tween Led Zeppelin and
the hood of my Old's Cutlass
between here and there was true words,
that lifted her skirt
I smile, innocently.