The Other Man

Your face the sliver
of a lie, my hands
covered in lust, 
the kind of dirt 
that doesn't come out
in just one wash. 
I washed today, 
don't I smell free?
Look at me when 
I'm on top of you, 
because he only moans
with his eyes closed. 
We only live once -
such lies make my bones 
go honey
through a hungry
man's fingers.