It tastes sweet and warm
When I take it into my mouth
The tip of it like
A long lost memory
I never had,
The ache as deep in me
As my bones,
But a soft taste against
The tip of my tongue
And the ooze of it
As I squeeze
With both hands
Wrapped around each
As I move from one
To the other,
Greedy to take it all in,
Thinking one side
By taste different
Than the other side
When both taste
Just as sweet.
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