words
星期日 六月 07, 2009 10:23 am
Words like honey
stick on your fingers,
sucked by your mouth,
glide down your throat,
slip into the long journey
to your stomach.
where, digested by acid,
squeezed by walls,
mixed, twisted…
now, the last time for reflecting
what you have chewed on your tongue,
once, sweet, happy moment
then the valuables extracted to veins,
send to all directions,
on your blushing face,
upon your naked skin,
you breathe in and out
the heat and fire