27 February 2012

slow burn I

I don’t know
What it is
But I know
How it tastes
How it feels
The abrasion
Of rock salt
On the tongue
The burn of chillie
Around the lips
Where you were
And now you are not
And yet you are
That vinegar
Aftertaste
Of bitterness,
Almost regret
On the palate,
Behind the eyes
And in the heart

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