A Taste Bitter and Sweet

Last night I thought of a taste
one sweet and bitter
melting… melting away…

My breath was heavy
I thought very deep
the warmth was in my chest
the chill in my feet.

Clean my mind at night,
it’s too dirty to see.
I was five years old
when I learned of the birds and bees.

I suppress such thoughts
because I know I can’t act,
but I sublimate them in words
to get it off my back.

Last night I thought of a taste
one sweet and bitter
melting… melting away…