gleaming white teeth
whisper such simple lies
that weave such complex emotions
until the blanket of insecurities we share
separates us from reality
instead we sit by a fire
reading from a storybook
telling us of tales
that are not our own
and as we sip tea that burns
the roofs of our guilty mouths
while we both wish we could change
and gain some tragic
but beautiful sense
of intimacy
that has so long evaded
the tips of our grasping fingers