What is there to say
when words remain
meaningless echoes,
snippets of promises
any fool could pronounce.
All that makes sense here
is a deep thumping beat
dancing
beneath your throat
into my mouth.
Within a kiss,
within it's pulsing song,
I hear you...
I taste...you..
I know truth.

Viola Grey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/3rd-2/