POETRY: ‘Taste’

Contributed by: Natalia Marfil, biology major

 

I miss the way you taste.

 

I kept you,

I trapped you

underneath my tongue

for so long

that you dissolved,

seeped into my bloodstream;

what a stupid thing for me to do.

 

Now I have to be cut open.

Now I have to let you out.

 

Drip – I’m

by drip – bleeding

by drip – you

by drip – out

 

I’m emptied,

hollowed;

and cannot stand

this agonizing vacancy much longer;

I cannot numb this empty pain.

 

But I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t

(just for one more taste of you)

do it all over

again – drip

and again – by drip

and again – by drip.