just desserts (3/22/20)
honey-brown skin
glistens like liquid gold
and pours into my open mouth.
i drink up as if i've been parched for years.
but this flavor could never compare
to the sweetness of your words
when you tell me i'm beautiful.
syllables sit watchfully on your tastebuds
as i beg them to come out.
please, just one more taste.
This poem is about:
Me
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