Words Best Left Unkissed on a Dry Martini by Lana Bella

Words Best Left Unkissed on a Dry Martini

Words best left unkissed
on a dry martini,
still, I will unlock my door’s latch
for the woman who hid behind
the Chanel red rouge,
and whose lips chiseled my grief
on her desert-scorched
crescendos,

every syllable she spoke
found strange shelter in my flesh
gone wrong, tasting her lies
I stayed, spitting out dust
I was granted a passage across
her wide-mouth yawns,
then she found my heart can flex,
and eyes swell with her remaining,
so she peeled wetness
from the glass of my martini,
as vertigo buckled down
the portals of our kiss.