By Echolocation
Date: 2001 Dec 02
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Words are but costumes worn by Truth
Feathered Mardi Gras masks behind which it hides from the ungentle world it fears
Look behind the words -
Lure it out, persuade it to show itself in all its naked beauty -
And you will see
Truth is born at the point where our bodies touch, skin to skin,
In the space where your eyes and mine reflect the same vision
In the sound of your name as I whisper it in the darkness
Truth lives in the indrawn breath
In the quiet cry of pleasure
In the feel of your arms close around me as we fall asleep