Deceit lies in desire.
In lust, some truth.
Happiness yearns for loss.

In every request, blackmail
and in sadness some trickery.
In touch, some want.
A kiss implies obligation.

In ever handshake, flattery and envy.

There is in jealousy some grief.
           In every garden, a fruit
that’s bitter.
           In every garden, a root
that grows from another’s yard.