FABLE FACTORY
WORDPLAY: S
She taught my kisses to lie;
my coarse lips on her eyes to prey on secrets
and my fingers on her bare skin to trace false dreams.
I obeyed.
My promises became songs from a sinner's breaths
and my words whispers from a liar's tounge.
My words became her muse;
Her love, my lies.
Adnan M. S. Fakir teaches Economics at BRAC University. Outside he directs a documentary film series called "Finding Bangladesh," writes, takes photos, does social activism and travels a lot. He can be reached at adnanfakir@gmail.com.
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