sweet (12/27/19)

honeysuckle lips


almost touching mine, but not quite


they drip below


the crook of my nose,


slide down,






to the tip of my tongue.


words of adoration taste sickly sweet,


but confessions deathly sour.


i can't wash the pungent taste out of my mouth.

This poem is about: 
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741