The Taste in My Mouth
by George LaCas
this string
strung between
your bottom and
my top lip
whose spit is this?
is it mine?
or yours?
there's no such thing
as our spit
it is God's spit
strung from your
lips
your red charlatans
your wet rubies
the taste is sour
only temporarily true
slap me, spit in
my face
I am blessed to be
your disgrace.
drown me in your mouth
your amniotic ocean
life will spring from
this spitty string
I can almost taste it.
strung between
your bottom and
my top lip
whose spit is this?
is it mine?
or yours?
there's no such thing
as our spit
it is God's spit
strung from your
lips
your red charlatans
your wet rubies
the taste is sour
only temporarily true
slap me, spit in
my face
I am blessed to be
your disgrace.
drown me in your mouth
your amniotic ocean
life will spring from
this spitty string
I can almost taste it.
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Wow, the spit is on my lips and on my fingers. I can smell it on the string just under my nose. Great job George.
Thanks, Roberto.
I liked this a lot. I would suggest changing "bottom" to "lower". I misread it in the worst possible way. A string of spit from your bottom (as in butt) to my top lip. I caught myself trying to figure out how the other person's spit there. :)
...got there (I should have said)
This is interesting and different, I like it very much
Yes, very cool tone to this. Like a lot.
Thanks to all for comments.
wow. brutal - in a dead sweet way.