they long for her

I am acquired taste

I am dirty under nails, fingerbeds, cuticles, vaginalhood,

I am everything that breathes and dies in your mouth

I am serpentine, sanguine, cellophane, serenade

I am soft tender claws on your back,

a cough drop drip

A throat slit

A tongue sucked black

A black sucked tongue

Fierce devotion to your silence

I am barking up your tree, and billow fruit from your limbs

I sit on your sky, fling storms on your forehead

Eat the children from your groin

Sweet fruit ripe rotted in my palms where I suspend all the browns, reds and yellows onto the graying sky

Does this all taste as sweet as I feel?

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