Hearty Confessions iii

Words spoken within hearing walls,

It's in the glow of lipstick,

It's what trees whisper

Before they fall asleep,

It's in the scent of a breeze,

And between the lines of bird songs,

It's in the voice of roaring heavens,

And the crack in the sky during lightning,

It's spelt upon the azure dome,

By cumulus and nimbus

In black and white,

It's in the thud of a fat drop of rain on window panes,

It's the front news

In the world of ants,

That your lips,

Deserve to be expertly kissed,

With an evil passion

By we who know how.