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.

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