I took another fool

Your lips dripped onto mine,
carelessly taking me in,
a stranger with candy so sweet
you couldn't, didn't resist.

Swollen with passion,
static clinging to my skin,
whispering breathlessly in my ear,
"This is almost like a symbol for birth."

You said that so truthfully
--as if it would capture me
in your bottomless hole
and always sustain me
--as if it was a blank canvas
suddenly filled with
celebrated color and shape
--as if it should easily inspire
a parade of praise
marching through a cheering crowd.

But it's not, it won't.
It's just a kiss,
and you're my victim
number twenty-two of week ten.