Again His Words

Again His Words

He tinged me taken
with his verbose words
and obsequious opinions,
caterwauling my ideas that
questioned his clever
Kafkaesque viscssitude.

His sanguine character enabled him
to slather me with
mellifluous observation
and then laugh when I
believed in nectar.

He pollinated me, spread the sweetness,
covered me in the molasses
that dripped from his mouth..
I am a damn sticky mess
languishing in my own belief
of honey.

Bobbie Kilzer Gogain