VirginA Poem by kailanthropy
Never have I tasted love
but I’ve smelled it, and I can imagine its flavor" spicy to sweet, pepper to vanilla" and I want to savor it so strongly, but I can’t afford it, not yet; it glitters like tupelo honey dipped in my tea, and I imagine it makes everything a little more delicious. © 2013 kailanthropy |
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