Taste me, I might smell as bitter as death
Crush your appetite to slip through your fingers
I might seem as broken as my outside
But in the bits of my taste
I am made of love and I taste as much as joy
Come to me
I am an ocean of voices shaped in a body
Of a time, lost, cannot be found
I am the bone and flesh and the meat of a-being-in-the-world
I hold the delicacy of my generation in my waters
Never tasted, but assumed to be bitter
I am a room full of myself, of who I must become
I breathe freedom on everything I touch
And ask for kindness just as the way I show it
Yet you accused me of loving myself too much
But I must admit,
I am broken from the outside
That’s only because I am made of clay
I look as undeserving as a fermented milk
Left on the side of the road
Covered with the urination of four-year old’s
I heard, that’s what you feed their ears and hearts
Marinating these lies to sound like my old truth
You’ve not tasted me yet you assumed you know me
But you don’t know, that I am too many secrets
Silenced by my satisfaction for what breathes in my inside
This ecstasy is a movement waiting,
See my lips, they enjoy from the well inside
They are a village of voices, but they wouldn’t tell you
Remember you thought you know me?
How I taste
How I dance
Memorized my feet landings
And my scent, near and far
But wait!
No one knows my taste more than I do
Keep promising the rain and planting all your seeds
Of meaninglessness, of lies you tell, drowning your tongue
Just like heaven, I remain quiet and in disguised
Until I tell you, keep being the idiot of this time.
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