To know is not to know

She says, It’s like I know, but I don’t know.
The light an amber syrup on her skin.

Desire is a drug, saccharine and low.

We sit on the couch all three in a row,

and with these words I see the truth within.

Yes, I reply. I know, but I don’t know.

You think it’s some secret between us, though,

a plan for betrayal and carnal sin.

Desire is a drug, saccharine and low.

I say, You’ve got to give in to the flow.

Terri pulls out some whipped cream with a grin.

I watch entranced. I know, but I don’t know.

She sucks the nitrous from the tip, and oh!

the bead of cream that trickles down her chin.

Desire is a drug, saccharine and low.

She slips into our bed in dawn’s gray glow.

Right beside you I slide the dagger in.

You see? It’s like I know, but I don’t know.

Desire is a drug, saccharine and low.