I sometimes wonder if there will ever be a time when your name doesn't leave a bitter taste in my mouth.
The aftertaste of warm burnt copper on my tongue
Stale and lingering, like how cigarette smoke still clings to clothing.
I wonder about the people whose mouths I reside in
Like a solar plexus cavity
Digging deep into root canals
Burning every time they taste something sweet.
I hate getting caught up in the people who are closest to me, for fear being left alone once again.
The future staring me down with its raw intensity
Hoping it doesn't bring in something too sour.
Leaving the top of my mouth rough and aching - the way it gets once I've absorbed too much sweetness, too much happiness.-
But when you kiss me
I think of everything that is sweet
Like the nectarines nestled into the deep corners of my childhood
The gentle hum of your laughter echoing through the wind
As I fall asleep on the couch to the sound of falling leaves, your symphony rustling through the trees.
The world seeming to pause in fear of disrupting, claiming to have plans elsewhere.
When I taste you on my tongue I cling onto that bittersweet taste, like warm green tea.
I hope I've tended well enough to the flames
That you don't suddenly wake, sweeping this sweetness out from upon my feet.
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Paroxysm
PoesíaHere's a cluster of ramblings in my mind that I've put out into "poetry". Hope you enjoy it✌
