And to those very special few who have
acquired a taste of me:
Know my poetry is an acquired taste,
So come, dear one, close approach
Place your tongue in my mouth.
Pace yourself, there is so much,
Spoke and unwritten, spritely spirited,
That fruitions only when ‘tis spittle-shared.
Flick your tongue-tip onto mine,
Sealing bonds, the salted caramel
Of my rhymes, my taste buds,
The iambic meter of my tamarind prose,
The buds, flowering, poems forming,
Watered by the admixture of jointly freshly minted
saliva.
My poetry, so very complicated,
Hints of currants and ash,
Soil volcanic, basaltic vowels,
Ooh's and eyes, accursed verses,
Those that commence with I,
Nonetheless, despite soil inhospitable rued,
Compositions flourish, born wetland soluble.
Yours, for the taking,
Yours, for the tasting.
You place your fingers on my waist,
My body of work to contemplate,
My ditties, you spit out,
You want courses, not appetizers,
You want truths, not fluff, or lies,
Menu sans prix fixe.
a-men-you with no price fixed
Columbus and Magellan,
thy fingers named,
Trace the curvature of cheeky ***
With tip and tipsy stroked caresses,
You laugh with the pleasure
Of all the sssssss's, hissing
All the day, to your great satisfaction,
Capturing my writs, by your tongue's duress,
Recipient-thief of my literary largesse.
I am dressed all in white,
Stripped bare to my native coloring,
Except for two brown nippled spots, you lick,
Imbibing milky thoughts from fountain-heads *****
Savoring, relishing, stanzas that praise a love's flavor.
With every line, every
word-painting accessioned,
You make my soft parts hard,
My hard parts soft, but my liquidity,
My tears, they, that, you drink straight,
Licking, liking, oohing and aaahing,,
You tongue curled, upside down arching,
Thy storage point of your seduced gatherings.
To drain me full, your incisors cut,
Straight lines, entry points for your *******
Taking, draining, leaving nothing,
Not even one aleph or bet escaping.
When you acquired my poetry, my verbosity,
Pillaging a soul's hiding place, took and *****
Your acquired the best, breaking my nape,
Imprisoned on and by my island's seascape,
Blanched and pained, a blank tape, now
I am tasteless, witless, mockingly, tongue-tied.
my taste acquired, my poems decided
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 5:04 AM UTC
And to those very special few who have
acquired a taste of me:
Know my poetry is an acquired taste,
So come, dear one, close approach
Place your tongue in my mouth.
Pace yourself, there is so much,
Spoke and unwritten, spritely spirited,
That fruitions only when ‘tis spittle-shared.
Flick your tongue-tip onto mine,
Sealing bonds, the salted caramel
Of my rhymes, my taste buds,
The iambic meter of my tamarind prose,
The buds, flowering, poems forming,
Watered by the admixture of jointly freshly minted
saliva.
My poetry, so very complicated,
Hints of currants and ash,
Soil volcanic, basaltic vowels,
Ooh's and eyes, accursed verses,
Those that commence with I,
Nonetheless, despite soil inhospitable rued,
Compositions flourish, born wetland soluble.
Yours, for the taking,
Yours, for the tasting.
You place your fingers on my waist,
My body of work to contemplate,
My ditties, you spit out,
You want courses, not appetizers,
You want truths, not fluff, or lies,
Menu sans prix fixe.
a-men-you with no price fixed
Columbus and Magellan,
thy fingers named,
Trace the curvature of cheeky ***
With tip and tipsy stroked caresses,
You laugh with the pleasure
Of all the sssssss's, hissing
All the day, to your great satisfaction,
Capturing my writs, by your tongue's duress,
Recipient-thief of my literary largesse.
I am dressed all in white,
Stripped bare to my native coloring,
Except for two brown nippled spots, you lick,
Imbibing milky thoughts from fountain-heads *****
Savoring, relishing, stanzas that praise a love's flavor.
With every line, every
word-painting accessioned,
You make my soft parts hard,
My hard parts soft, but my liquidity,
My tears, they, that, you drink straight,
Licking, liking, oohing and aaahing,,
You tongue curled, upside down arching,
Thy storage point of your seduced gatherings.
To drain me full, your incisors cut,
Straight lines, entry points for your *******
Taking, draining, leaving nothing,
Not even one aleph or bet escaping.
When you acquired my poetry, my verbosity,
Pillaging a soul's hiding place, took and *****
Your acquired the best, breaking my nape,
Imprisoned on and by my island's seascape,
Blanched and pained, a blank tape, now
I am tasteless, witless, mockingly, tongue-tied.
my taste acquired, my poems decided
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