My mouth tastes sweet as you ravish it with your kiss-swollen lips and impinging tongue
For it is filled to the brim
Like an overflowing chalice
With nothings.
Words sloshing out like wine.
And you a greedy alcoholic
With desires rendering you nonfunctional.
You are unable to do anything
Other than devour that which you seek.
The lovely lies that fall from the secret crevice behind my lips.
You are deluded in drunkenness,
You have masked yourself to my truth.
Or perhaps truth is a lie in and of itself. A word with a meaning that does not exist in nature.
Truth,
Like all the other words
Just a conceived notion to be defined by our on perceptions and deceptions.
Nevertheless,
I remain unmoved by your being.
