The Sweet Aftertaste
"A poem about what she evoked in me."
My tongue is searchingSoftlyConfused by your fingersSalty Your eyes have a voiceClearly, brightYour hands wander slowlyWake me You want to see meI show youYour gaze becomes blackA satin pool, drawing me in Your tentative strokeReleases I am a red cauldron of fireMagma for your...









