Saturday, June 26, 2010

It Tastes Like You

It tastes like you.  The rush, the thrill, the novelty.  Pressing it to my lips.  The driftwood behind my back.  That endless lake, the setting sun, our handprints in the sand.

Salt tears and blood.  The tensity and an allergy.  The cold that I'll inhale.  Bruises and your hand at my waist.

Bandanas, denim and soft plaid shirts.  Mine and yours and maybe a mix.  Sweat beading at my neck before I lift my hair.  Leather cuffs and the tang of their metal buckles.

Daisies and a hard dirt trail.  Labatt beer, wild strawberries, foam and that photograph.  Dust.

It tastes like you.  I'll hold my breath and wait for the bitter aftertaste.

8 comments:

Carly Findlay said...

This is beautiful

likeagiraffe said...

yes. yes yes yes.

get this. for sure.

<3

Mishieru said...

There you go again Ms. Poetic Kris! Love love love it!

littlemissjuicy said...

Beautifully written! You're so creative!

TabithaVenasse said...

Holy crap woman; this is amazing.

Sadako said...

Very well written blog post! Really enjoyed the imagery!

Joy DeTete said...

Truly beautiful.

Kris said...

Aww, thanks so much you guys :)