truth is

how could I ever have gotten accustomed to
the taste of lies
once I found the texture of honesty?
They used to drip, honey-sweet, sickening
and I recognized them then but tried to forget –
one more lesson I grew to regret.
But on you, truth tastes like heaven,
the stars shine like promises of always
and we’re far too honest with each other
with ourselves
to leave room for second-guessing.
Truth is, I’ve become accustomed to the taste
and will keep on coming back for more –
like late night whipped cream,
melting on smooth, lava soft skin
in the darkness, tv light shining
while your smile lights up the room
like fireflies in a summer sky.
Glowing.