Dark Talk Continued: This Lover’s Words

This lover’s words were broken words

Of heartless love

Of Sightless desire

Lipless kisses

And voiceless syllables

This lover burned to ashes in flames of passion

The object of objectification

Spent and used and left to lie in this bed of lies

I love you

Or rather

I love the swing of your hips

I love your curves

I love your full laden breasts

I love your bountiful, bubbling butt

I love your thighs

I love your pussy

In all its moist fragrant glory

This lover’s words

Played Bach, Vivaldi, Mozart

Beautifully, visciously, Monstrously

Upon the keys of emotions

Laid bare

To be laid waste to

Meticulously

Obsessively

Compulsively

I Hate You

Or rather

I hate your intelligence

I hate your confidence

I hate your conviction

I hate your wisdom

I hate your truth

I hate your strength

I hate your personification of all my inferiorities

This lover’s words is full of emptiness

This lover’s words are sighs in the wind

This lover’s words are chaff and sand

This lover’s words are loud in its silence

This lover’s words are tainted for you

This lover’s words will ensnare you

This lover’s words are broken

This lover’s words…

Glen Toussaint 2015©