T A S T E

ribbons of flavour
in the hot spice
succour
like salt

Words you stare into me
we speak
I see now
how carefully you
look

and i dart away
taking everything
in around
trying to not miss
patterns
systems

instead
the taste of your
touch so close
filters through
representation

gives me examination

You are here
we close
for the moment
and the short
moments My eyes
fall into yours
before winging
away like a hunting
bird

My eyes see your
colours
your expressions flow
in memory clips

there is so much
written
the ease
the tension
the readiness
as you wait
the hesitation

Im taking you all in
you are too much
at once
and i would fall
fall like a falling
bird
without lift

but if I could
I would stare
with you when
talking
hold your gaze
so strong
so beautiful
so intent

I would be infatuated
with your eyes
and how they
soften
the colours like
no other
the design so
unique

the shape of your
jawline and your
mouth
with a hundred dreams
speaking
sculpted by the great
creator

and when I bore you
(on purpose)
you look away to the
window and let
the light fill them
and I can look upon
you hungering
I could sketch the
way the light falls
on you

your hair
the long throat
the bones beneath
the flesh just so

I sip my coffee
appear
nonchalant
but I am so alive

my soul sings
to be so near

I want to sit alone
next time
stretch out my legs
hide behind the
sunglasses

in this light
I know just how
your smile would
shade

could taste the
colours of your
look

my hunger for the
moment happy