taste

Restless, staring at the clock makes it tick counter,

COVID be damned, I can’t wait to taste you again.

Arid mouth, hydrated when your flower provides a nectar downpour,

Lipstick on the glass, cigarette ash on my chest, dopamine in my brain.

I remember the night we met, so humid, I was swimming in molasses,

There were four full moons that night, from the moment that we locked eyes.

Shit we’re both all alone, might as well kill time together before bed in a casket,

Funny how my menthol e-cigarette tastes the same as the nectar you produce.

So nervous I was speaking in tongues, luckily your body speaks the language,

Put the inhibitions to bed early on a weekend, so us adults have time to talk.

I’ll be your disciple, if you’ll be my Goddess, I’ll suffer any anguish

That you deem necessary, as long as I can have you all night, every night.

A million people in this room, clearly they don’t know how to social distance,

But still I got tunnel vision for you, the only one and only thing that’s on my mind.

I can barely understand you, fucking with my head, when you speak only in metaphor,

Feeling paranoid suddenly, you pour me a drink and spark up a cigarette.

Marijuana smoke fills the room; heat, humidity and pollution crushing my lungs,

Lost your face and my head in this haze, can’t tell if your face is blushing or flushing.

Bloody nose, think I’ve had enough, kept awake by a craving for another taste,

Heterosexual who can’t think straight, primally want your love from here to Botswana.

Restless, staring at the clock makes it tick counter,

COVID be damned, I can’t wait to taste you again.

Arid mouth, hydrated when your flower provides a nectar downpour,

Lipstick on the glass, cigarette ash on my chest, dopamine in my brain.