What goes on inside my head
is too sinful for my mouth to speak

What slithers between my neurons
is too dangerous for my tongue to taste

What burns between my nerves
is too fiery for my fingertips to feel

What happens behind my eyes
is too insane for my logic to fathom

What hides behind my smile
is too broad for me to elaborate

What nestles behind every tear
is too salty for the sweet part of me

What rattles behind closed doors
is too rated for my halo to carry

What aches under my skin
is too much for my body to harness

What reddens my lips
is too much for my lovers to taste

What you see today
darling
is but a
taste of
what's underneath

You
                     either
                   grow or
                 depreciate.