You Taste Like Wild Wine
you taste like wild wine
like blood infected
with mint
you smell like seas
growing higher in my ears
a ghost through a nose
you look like a point of view
you sound like grass
in summer bath of rainbow waves
like phonetics in your bones
and touching
touch is too
just a point of view
or an angle of a hand travelling upon you
like blood infected
with mint
you smell like seas
growing higher in my ears
a ghost through a nose
you look like a point of view
you sound like grass
in summer bath of rainbow waves
like phonetics in your bones
and touching
touch is too
just a point of view
or an angle of a hand travelling upon you