My words find vision in your eyes,
Sense in your character
And rhythm in your beauty

Lying behind succulent lips
dressed in tiny pairs of wings
paranoid of consigning their souls to the skies
for the sun is briskly fringing their limits,
below them lies reflections of broken tongues created
by inkling souls
petrified to let pungents' of truth slither through to
my heart
because they know that it needs not beauty but endurance to sturdy,
the truth.

Don't explain
   ..     ..        ..    to me why you left,
..           ..            please make me
   ..               understand why
      ..   you wouldn't stay.-

Then my heart is out of raw materials now.

ill let you hold it carefully
with just one thing. a g"LOVE".

Your kiss tastes
more sweeter
to my heart
than to my
tongue.