TASTE
"You taste of bacon," she said
licking her lips, grinning,
"I like that."
She tasted of cigarettes and coffee
but I didn't say so.
She tasted of mayonnaise and crackers
and of ice cream in the morning and eggs at night.
She tasted of longing and leering
and lonely evenings and autumn.
She tasted of her man
but I didn't say so.
"You taste of you," I said,
"I love it."
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