The taste of a lover does more than last.
It imprints a memory that aches when you fast.
Fast from their salt,
Fast from their wet,
Fast from their cologne,
Until your tongue can reset.
But your mind won’t forget the taste on your tongue.
Your thoughts might miss their air in your lung.
Long after the taste the mind makes it last,
Until you forget it all,
And taste brand new,
At last.
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