You scream words
Of deadly affection,
Dipped into sweet
Whispers and hot flashes
Across my abdomen.
This is a bitter justice,
I like this state of pain
But I want more than
What you’ve beaten into
The rest of your herd.
I feel the ghosting
Of your heart against mine.
But before I see your lips,
You’ve turned away
To stare at the ones,
I could never be.
Stefanie Fontker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-talker-2/
