An aftertaste lingers…
The thought you let go,
You can still taste it.
In the back of the tongue,
Where sweet and bitter meet,
There lies a dark remembrance.
Sweet longing.
Bitter desire.
Sift and drink saliva of the past…
Anointing lips
While asking yourself
“How did this happen?”
An aftertaste disturbs,
You return to the moment and remember…
It was something you ate.
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