Orange is the Colour of Word
Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration. - Carl Sandburg
Friday, September 5, 2008
Give Me
-- your tongue
thrust it down my throat
come bitter - fear;
salt lick all sadness
revel over sweet spots
until everything sour
be
comes
taste unexplainable
umami
-
run your tongue all over mine.
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