These Bodies- continue

yes- the eternal embrace.
the truest monogamy.
life and death embrace each other
with giant arms and cavernous breast.
if they broke their embrace time would end.
we only try to hold on as long as they can
but we all let go.
because we are human.
we are pretense at our best.
we are but fleas in the hair of
embracing life and death.

it would be ok if we would simply own our lies
our faults
our fears and indescretions.
acknowledge our real motives.
how much faster this earth would spin
if we could but speak the truth.
exclamation point.

but these bodies-
the human ones-
the knotted ones.
the clotted ones.
even the suntanned
weight yoked,
pop culture provoked ones.
(with no rest but for perfection)
fail the truthless insurrection:
an idea of who they should be.
or could be
or would be
but really wasn't.

these bodies
have bifocal eyes that can gaze on other things
and thus redirect any self reflection
unto things less real even
than hearts.
To say nothing of our fear.

Not our fear of heights
not our fear of rape and burglary
at the hands of a masked maurader
lurking in the shadows or in the back seats of our cars.

But in fact our fear of being caught in the truth,
The truth of our love, the truth of our lust,
The truth of our endless want -
keeps these bodies busy with a lifetime of concealment.
For what?