Vanilla

How does love taste on bare lips

That poured but treacherous smiles

Upon the world?

The pungency of memories unscathed

And how they came to obscure its presence

For a long time.

I wouldn’t put my faith in their saltiness,

Yet, rather feel deeper, for the blood-

Its claret shade staining other pairs of lips

As they covered leagues of times in minutes,

While sipping life in famished kisses.

Still, to cement the small losses,

These two speak only of you

In acrid and candied words alike,

Blackened by their ache

For ink and summertime.

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