Who, Always?

A secret has passed through my lips
Into you like drips of cream slowly lightening coffee.
Does it sink in?
You always look so tired like the big bang
But just dripping out stars instead.
Your squareness hangs about you in spheres
They hang off your arms, apples on a bent limb
Crooked teeth locked inside a bent grin
Periodontal truth decay rotting from within.
A treasure has been uncovered
Inside of you and you hold onto it like a girl with her new puppy.
-You’re not happy-
Exuding and excluding brightness from the stars
A mild case of fame has pinkened all the scars
I always feel so enlightened
When you converse in circular drone
Mayhaps I will become more roundabout.
I am drops of ink feverishly discolouring the water
And a truth has flooded through my lips
Like an athlete fighting his way through a barage of opponents.
Your straightness forms a circle around you
Domed so I roll off and can’t affect you.
A secret has passed through my lips
Into you like lead pellets slowly making you heavy.
It makes you look so sorrowed, like a poet
Who drools one syllabled words instead.
A secret has travelled past my lips
And into your ears at twice the speed of sound-
I don’t know you anymore.