It’s your taste
That makes me pull you from your peace-
Sweet, heavy, full of
Accidental pollen you produce.
Hollow, acidic,
I fizzle in completion
In envy of your
Subtlety-
I taste as water, living,
But it’s you they can’t erase.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
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