Taste Buds

It tastes—
Tastes bittersweet
Like orange peels
And sour apple green candies
The hubris of love
Falls tenderly
Like jackets over weary shoulders
Or like melancholy
Over grieving hearts

His name
Once said in vain
‘Cuz we ignore the message
Fearing we know not how he came
But he’s here and we’re here
And space does not exist betwixt the two
Spiritually aware
They are
We are
One

I reheat my witches brew
And drink thirsty the elixir of you
You taste—
Taste bittersweet
Like pumpkin seeds
And tamarind treats
The jungle heat from your body
Soothes my aches away
Leaving me restless
Though I don’t want to play

I’m serious this time
I thought I was serious the last time
But this time I’m for real serious
And I need you to be
Where I believe myself to be
And we can believe ourselves that we

Need to taste this
Together
Like—
Like a kiss
And hopefully
Just hopefully
We can have similar
Taste buds