It wasn’t like sugar,

more like the sting of

hot, rancid onion-pepper.

My lips cracked

against your own,

and I felt you drain the life

from my very own mouth.

Painful passion pranced

across our joined lips,

and my soul hemorrhaged

the love we once shared,

forcing it to spew out

in the saliva that crowds my mouth

and in the pain that fills my insides

as you hastily bid me adieu…