kisses, stolen and imprisoned
behind lips, locked in passion; fingers,
entwined in tangles of hair.
uttered quietly, between breaths
escapes illusions of love. they say
your words are false and empty.
the meaning of conversation,
lost and infused in the journeys
our eyes take across our naked bodies;
our waists, glued together.
your handsome face and plastered smile
insinuate blind and thoughtless infatuation:
half-hearted, hidden promises
and sweetly chortled lies.
rhapsody 
Powerful poem. “the meaning of conversation,
lost and infused in the journeys” well said. Good point in the above comment, IMHO. Read this a few ways and didn’t interpret mutual exclusivity of either defense or expression.
what a beautiful painting you have here…
intense, but vivid.
🙂
Extremely powerful poem, but I do have one question: are your words an expression or a shield?