Love bites

30 Jul

How could I not
be in love
with that pungent trace
she scorched
into my heart?

I’ll be an angel
to the devil
if that makes
her what she
must be.

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She comes in so
many tastes,
laying in my hands
like my dearest
casket with spices.

I can not taste her alone …
A taste must be blended
with others, must be
in plural,
never alone!

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That taste I am
in love with,
that pungent trace
she keeps scorching
into my heart …

… that taste is
my reminder that love
comes in unique morsels,
to be chewed, relished …
before they are gone.

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