Dichotomy

yeah, right ... do you really think I believe that? that I'll swallow that pill? look at the damn lines on this brow ... do you think they were etched by happenstance?? not even CLOSE, sweetheart I earned those ragged rivulets one-by-one and somewhere along the way I learned, (quite painfully, mind), to not believe every "I love you" that dances on the breeze especially from such purely poisonous and perfectly pretty bows such as yours ... oh, lips like thine, so pressed to mine with tender, troubled breath were made to thrill while softly killing sweet truths brought to death you wield those fleshy fruits with sublime sensual exactitude and care ... THAT'S the problem - the sticky wicket, so-to-speak - one quick glance at your luscious chili pepper lips, and all my sensible cognitive considerations are made jelly with my knees - your evil absinthian eyes twinkling teasingly with that "now I've got the poor, addled sap" look of categorical canine control ... oh, how you delight in yanking that sound ethereal leash - and how I despise that control ... I beg, sweet miss, thine pitied kiss to slay this furrowed frown yet do not close your eyes, transposing where I've wished to drown I mean ... dayum, girl do I have "Cyrano" tattooed on my forehead?? are there little bells on my shoes and a jester's cap on this haggard head that I'm unaware of?? I'm experienced, baby, in the ways of love AND life, and I'm not about to let some little diva princess wave her hand at me, while I drool and pant and wag my docked frenchie tail in the eventide enchantment ... no-freaking-way, babe, I'm just a tad-bit more cerebral than THAT, ok?!? and for gawd sake, stop wriggling those pretty pink toenails in my direction ... oh, your every joint and compass point was wrought to scorch with fires men's strongest mettle, your coquette will change thru strange desires aww, jeez ... you said it AGAIN! are you not listening, sweetheart?!? did I not make my perspective clear when it comes to this "love" thing?? they're just wasted WORDS, ok? in one "no longer in style" pierced ear and out the other, fast as that, snap! I've watched you do this to others, you forget ... watched your silly little soldiers melt to magma with the self-control of Capuchin monkeys on meth, all for the sake of those three little fabrications ... I am NOT one of their ranks and words are just words - half of which are pure arsenic when dripping from YOUR deadly kisser - (your absolutely perfect, plump, passionate pulchritudinous kisser) not that those diabolical dimple-joiners mean ANYthing to me ... or those treacherous (heavenly) curves that you're always tossing in my direction ... with flourished flips you sway your hips - such arcs get sparks a-burning my power's gone through such a con- flagration of deep yearning so, to sum it up? I'm outa here, babe, for real ... no second or third chances this time and that phrase will do you NO good, alright?? I've had it with the games and the fits and the making up ... (oh, such hot, honey-sweet making up ... is there anything as delightful ... as joyous or juicy?) I MEAN it - I am DONE ... that ship has sailed and I'm the commander! don't even THINK about turning on the tears, cuz it will NOT work! I'm dead ser- ... awwww, come on ... don't do that, that's not remotely fair! PLEASE don't cry ... it's not gonna work this time! it's just not gonna ... oh, sweetheart, come ON ... there's no need for that - you're going to stain your new Dolce & Gabbana blouse with mascara ... don't, ok? just don't ... and don't say that again, that phrase that I - awwww, you said it AGAIN! please stop, please?!? you know what that does to me ... come on, hon, stop - you're killing me, do you know that? killing me ... I'm cooked ... stick a four-tined in me, cuz I'm done ... oh, babe ... come here right HERE ... I love you, too ... oh naught can hide the dearest pride that comes before a fall but pride, you see, made you make me ... the grandest fool ... of all.