Brush away my lies
with a twirl of the tongue
while kissing away my sin
with your meltin’ melanin skin…
while shin of my guilt
hangs in the balance
below the knees of your cute
yet Poisonous caress
which your eyes
give my irises
when the pixel dust
of thy moonlit trust
disseminates the mental fears
and stereotypical gossips
behind my ears
whenever you and I
sit upon that branch,
swallowing the rising sunlight
with our widening pupils
before we lay back and fall
into the butterfly’s nest
and their Poisonous melodies
which blind us from the truth
As our naked remedies
bind us to the tooth
of that sinful serpent’s seed
of treacherous words
in which the naked truth lies
twisted and derived
within our imminent downfall
before I bite from the same apple
from which your saliva pours,
and purity falls unwillingly
within those shadows
of that tall tree of lust
which centers our garden
of love, lies and trust