Taste and burn

 


I'm not overly
affectionate

but it does
come around
in small ways,

I'll ask if you
have eaten
anything

offer coffee
as we walk
the streets
talking,

give a sister
some money
so she can
get a ride

because she's
been dying to
see Goodrem
for years

but she fears
the journey
back home
late at night.


I've drank
certain kinds
of darkness

forced into
tasting flavours
that only leave
sour notes  

piercing into
the back of
a shallow
throat,

today
I find this
skin softly
burning

in return
I hope you
feel some
warmth.