Taste

I taste you
like I taste gun metal
after a bloody nose,
like pennies under the tongue.
You're subtle, passionate,
precise, like sipping poison,

bitter like nibbling sandpaper.

 

I sample your thoughts

on popsicle sticks,
savor your emotions
like fine wine,
flavor my soul
with your essence.
 

I taste you
like I taste rain
before a summer storm.

Reviews

[Emily B]

somebody was lamenting the other day that all love poems are cliche and over-rated, they obviously haven't read you