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the taste
of her lips
against mine
sweet
warm like her
hands
the ones that
slip down and
hold mine
i don't want to
feel this
rooting for those
empty feelings
a pig after the
truffles
they're buried
underground
her mouth
brushing up
against my neck
tasting the pulse
there
i trust but wish
i didn't
my heart hot in
my mouth
it tastes like
old pennies
the kind that
burn your hand
when you pick
them off the
shimmering pavement

i like to tell people
that i've found
the sun and put
it in my pocket
holding its warmth
close to my body
the body that
has decayed from
disuse
the sun has appeared
my body warms
it tingles and jolts
and my mouth
smiles
it's foreign
sometimes i stand
in the cold rain
and try to bring
back those old
emotions
they've melted like
candy in my
fists and
i can't taste
them anymore
like old blood

she laughs and
the years draw back
and i am young again
those lost
years where
i became old and
haggard all too
fast
only twenty-one
and i can feel the
wrinkles hiding
in my flesh
they wait until the
time they can bloom
unwanted flowers
from an old lover

i can taste her
life on my tongue
a dark, tangy taste
that leaves me
gasping
those old torpid
feelings slipping out
with my laugh

i can see the speech
bubble of it
floating in the air

her hand holds mine
and she watches
my eyes shine
i thought the light
had gone out of them
forever