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.