What is there to say <br />when words remain <br />meaningless echoes, <br />snippets of promises <br />any fool could pronounce. <br />All that makes sense here <br />is a deep thumping beat <br />dancing <br />beneath your throat <br />into my mouth. <br />Within a kiss, <br />within it's pulsing song, <br />I hear you... <br />I taste...you.. <br />I know truth.<br /><br />Viola Grey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/3rd-2/
