I still taste you from the time you painted my tongue with your scarlet finger. It cured my heart of innocence, that single dose, and I have tasted it— the double truth—ever since: the bittersweet in the words I cannot speak but stick in my mouth like stones I’ve learned to talk around.
Chard deNiord: The Double Truth
ReplyDeleteI still taste you from the time
you painted my tongue
with your scarlet finger.
It cured my heart of innocence,
that single dose, and I have tasted it—
the double truth—ever since:
the bittersweet in the words
I cannot speak but stick
in my mouth like stones
I’ve learned to talk around.
Love it, Duane!
DeleteSharp and to the point. Bravo David Allen.
ReplyDeleteThanks!
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