Lies

As soon as I speak your Name, I lie.
And if I call you Nameless, I lie.
If I say Thou I lie, if I say Me I lie.
If I say Two, it is almost the greatest lie.
But One is the mother of lies.
Let my lies reveal the truth.
Let my lies reveal the tiny blue violet of your face
blossoming through the dark fissure,
splitting the stone.
Let my lies reveal the warm brown hills
and valleys of your body.
Let my lies reveal the flash of your grin
in the warrior's sword, the scent of milk
in the bundled softness of an infant's lips.
Let my lies be the eyes of God gazing on the world.
Shiva, Shiva, Shiva, this world of lies!
This poem of lies!