sometimes the words flow like honey
sweet in the comb-
they glisten, they're sugary,
trickling down our chins
to the lips of a lover.

sometimes we disguise what we want
hide the heart's desire-
sometimes it's just easier
than to stand and face the fire,
that threatens to engulf
our poor souls.

we don't always know what we want
and even when we do-
sometimes it's difficult
to speak the words
that ring so very true.

sometimes the words turn to poison
on our very lips-
they burn with acidic consistency,
pouring down our chins
to pool at our feet.

© 2005 Shane K. A. Pendragon
 
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