I weave a web of lies / โfore Godโs susceptible eyes / I squash the bugs that slithers / emerging from 'neath the bush / She wore no high heels / a hazily memory recall / our nocturnal rendezvous / all too short / yet worms surfaced / slithering & ripe for a final reckoning / she no longer strolls the shaded sidewalks / I carry her legacy with me / her memory fading as the decades pass / my regular returns to the undergrowth / my slithering moves / remains
