Your Taste 

We resonate. We’re passionate like rabbits. Your body has its own geography. It’s own landmarks that have been discovered but never surveyed. Never detailed in maps. Drawn in by delicate and rough hands. By tongue or lips. It’s no surprise chakras align with the bisection of bodies. It’s your temple after all. And I have been Imam, Rabbi, Pope for many days. I’ve heard accounts of soursop juice. I’ve tasted it from fruits. But never have I found that in between pillars thick as Earth


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