Monday, December 27, 2010

WHATEVER YOU MAY CALL ME...

I am ripe And juicy
All filled up, ready to be squeeze
And the sweetly tart that is my juice
Is the insanely abundant love
You will go mad from my sweetness
And you will grow old from constant need
You will chew your fingers after that first bite
And swallow your lips after a final taste
You will swallow your tongue
So that you would not have to share my taste
Even with the insides of your mouth
Have some tea…have some water
Vodka and tequila would not even disguise me
For my taste has a name…one that amnesia dare not take away
Even in your darkest moments…your taste buds will beg for me
And my taste remains the same: one you will never regret
And then my juicy, sweetly tart
Is what would never quench your thirst!!

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