Your fried crisp words wiggle(shove)
their way through my central nervous system
setting off a chain-linked explosion
of strawberry tickled cheeks.
OH! and that eat… your… heart… out…
type of inhumane sticky fingered persuasion
(and how it made cleaning up the pieces such a chore).
Your candied promises did please my pallet
but the slick river of chocolate-coated phrases hit
the ground each time my hungry fingers reached.
Maybe you aren’t so melt in my mind, I guess,
let alone deliciously true.
My heart was not meant for the
clown in the rodeo place setting.
It’s better than the a** in your comedic fantasy.
Yet. I walked your sugar plum dreamland anyways
only to receive the rocky road taste-test experience
causing me to turn a joked eye
even more towards the cheesy dark side
(a cookieless transition).
This
Is
Your
Fault
.
How are you so sure
that what you’re half-lidded perceiving
is but a Dream in a Dream
and not the sweet&sour reality?
I’m full off your feast of voided pleasure
and my smoker-ruined buds are lost
in your updown (onoff) appetite
so I can’t serve the answer.
 Lovers Never Tell · Tue Aug 05, 2008 @ 07:21am · 0 Comments |
