WHORE

Dont hold my face in your hands
and lie in my eye
we both know the lack of who I am.
Your lips
may be moist and sweet-
But remember
I know the smell of dishonesty
in both
your and my sheets.
Sure I allow myself to be your
Wild
Haired
Ornery
Revolving
Expression
of the many faces you've come to hold
Only now I know to accept it.

amy lynn