What a strange taste lingering
there upon my tongue.
I shudder to think of what
might have left this one.
There have been many in my days
left to ruminate in different ways-
but they always taste the same.
So sweet they burn
they drill a hole
through the tongue.
The type of sweet found in screaming winds
on the top of a mountain.
The type you can't rescind
and
once encountered
your tongue never feels the same.
But it leaves
such a strange feeling
lingering in the brain.
01/23/2023