A Poetic Incantation
taste my words
roll them slowly
between your lips
roll them slowly
between your lips
feel them rub
against the back of your tongue
savor the bitter salty sweetness
that drips off every one
against the back of your tongue
savor the bitter salty sweetness
that drips off every one
suck their juices
let them nourish you
sustain you
let them nourish you
sustain you
pop them back into your mouth
like the pit of a plum
picked at the perfect point of ripeness
like the pit of a plum
picked at the perfect point of ripeness
let them follow you all the days of your life
let them dwell on the roof of your mouth forever
incarnate
let them dwell on the roof of your mouth forever
incarnate
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