POUR SWEET GLACÉ LIES ON
MY TONGUE LIKE HONEY
AND ALLOW ME TO SPEW
THEM BACK OUT FOR YOU.
THEY SHALL SOUND AS
HEAVENLY AS A HYMN ON
MY LIPS. I ALONE CAN
CARESS YOUR FACE BETWEEN
MY PALMS AND CALM YOUR
TUMULTUOUS SOUL, FOR AN
HONEST PERSON CAN DECEIVE
FAR BETTER THAN A LIAR.