TRUTH

We are truth

Simmering in our juices

Connected, we make the perfect circle

The black and white of life

No complicated greys

Just you and I

Colouring our passion with morning dew

Stifling, almost unconscious

On the brink of tasting more and dying

Erogenous zones igniting

Out of control

Listening to sounds of fellatio and cunnilingus

Harmonizing, dancing

Together we become moon and sun

Eclipsing all else

Moving to our own orbit

Bursting pum pum yam

From soil to harvest

You nourish me

Washing my hair with your feet

Drinking like a whore

You always amaze

Causing me to feel things

See things, hear things

Wine glasses clinking

Cashew nuts exploding in feral fires                  

Grasping at nothing

There is only you to drench my lust in.

© Chandis 2003