The air is thickening
My tongue is twisting
I will inhale the toxins from your mouth
Eyes closed shut
This is it
Now into thin air
Caught between a rock and a hard place
I don’t remember how I get here
Lost in the remains of your trace
There is trouble..
I can brave confidence
I can portray strength
I can embellish pleasure
When will I learn to embrace it
Rather than forge it?
The dark merlot that resonates,
freshly on my tongue
reminds me of the taste
of your ambiguous kiss..
of which i’ve come to comfortably dissolve in,
oh so willingly.