The TRUTH that never lies...

Unpalatable,
thunderous in silence.
Once brushed and swept,
then screams with depth.
Like a fireball
on a somersault,
it sears and prances
without a halt.

Faded and forgotten,
once dyed in blue;
stale and rotten,
then breathes anew.
Like the whites of snow,
it twinkles on porch;
a scathing blow
without a scorch.

Pleads anonymity;
like wafts of steam,
yawn and rise
from a cup of tea.
Wandering above,
it finds those lips;
kisses with love,
then riffles and slips.

Unpalatable
once
the truth that was;
gratifying in tone,
now thrives with flaws.
Bitter and stark,
once clammy to touch;
the truth
unchains
and rescues from clutch.