Taste of Earth

I don’t like sweet things.

I want to taste the earth
in what I take in.

Sugar dresses up
a constant smile
belying fangs

or like cotton candy,
all air
spun high
leaving me

Orcas charming,

– then

I’m bitten clean through.

They say I’m too cynical
but maybe I just believe
in your scowl, sour

’cause I see all the flowers
blooming in a glorious sunrise

when you spring a smile.

Yeah, you mean it.
I can taste the earth in you.

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