Melted Chocolate meaning on a spoonful of words

Words. What funny little things words are. They never quite say what they are meant to say.
Flying about on the tip of a tongue, playing with it like a bead of warm, melted chocolate on a silver spoon, coiling and unfurling and rolling around. When they are finally pushed out, they refuse to pay their loyalties to their womb. They spread out thin. On air. On water. On other people's thoughts, and ideas and memories.
Words inspire meaning that never was. Meaning, that was never meant to be. Suffocating, crippling meaning. I'm sick of imbuing meaning into everything. Sometimes, you just need to indulge. Chocolate is God.