There are so many beautiful things I can say about you
But at the moment none of that would sound all that true
Your **** is a must
Your tongue game is Strong
Trust
It’s your verbal reassurance
That has no endurance
I ******* love you daddy
In the lyrical game you’re a baddy
Yet you can’t seem to say one meaningful when it’s needed
A flower won’t flourish without water
But first it must be seeded

What am I here for
I thought I was your partner
But lately I feel like a chore
Feels like I don’t belong
What happened to the love we had
That was so strong
Is it the way I smell
Or did I do something wrong?

How hard would it be
to be made of flesh and be mortal,
to dream of all the tastes,
and go wet uncontrollably.

To lick your mirror image
in her mouth slowly,
and be satisfied in sometime,
but still, lack a dearth of reason,

to entwine
into a thousand unseen motions,
to caress the nothingness in air
and become understood in front
of all the living.

to be a tongue,
and be a language
and exist
but not noticed
ever.

I see you drinking
a cup of warm tea
with chipped toenails
that scrunch your throat.

Your hand pour
the sand that looks like
pure brown sugar which
crunches between your teeth.

As you swirl it
it turns to black juice
with ****** veins
that clenches to your tongue.

Is that how you went ahead
and became so bitter?

The truth is
no matter how hard I try
I will never be able to
express myself
in the words
my tongue can provide

“Don’t let my name be the lyric to their cacophony of laughter. Don’t let me be the ridicule that your friends crack upon. I don’t want them to sip on our memories turning them into a hip story. So don’t give me away to their tongues that let my name slip ever so flippantly. Seal me in your heart where I would be untouched. Embed those memories in your mind as though they were sacred. Let my name be unknown and our stories untold. Let us be concealed for we are much more than the pleasantry gossip of their conversation” she said softly as she put down the phone.