Taste and You –

Taste of mud, confused about all qualities, timetables, promises, certainty, following white lights,
Then, taste of glue, the smell before emails, a nose clipped by aura when licking envelopes,
Then, taste of powdered pepper on meat, so a night-time migraine and silverfish running across my pillow,
Then, taste of running from parked buses, their shelter, and two spiral-shelled snails between wet plastic glass,
Then, tasted you, long wait gone.

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