your tongue tastes of ash. your skin tastes of salt.
your wounds, of copper. your sweat, of malt.
and your lips?
your lips taste like me.
*found on a bathroom wall at club dredd eastwood*
Taste
April 30, 2009 by Jody Alarva
Category Jodythinks | Tags: , club dredd, poetry, taste, you
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