Taste

Posted on January 20, 2019 by tara caribou

As he tastes my skin
Early in the morning
I wonder what it is he finds
Upon his wandering tongue

Is it the spice of passion?
The bitterness of loneliness?
Or the sticky sweet honey of love?

Am I cinnamon and clove?
Earth after it has rained?
Salty tears of heartache?

I imagine I’m not without flavor
As he keeps coming back for more
Devouring me like a starving man
What is it he desires that I fulfill?

Perhaps it’s nothing more than
Adequate gratification
Filled and sated
Emptiness held at bay

Category: PoetryTags: Coping, Depression, Heart, Life, Loneliness, Longing, Loss, Poem, Poetry, Relationship, Romance, Self Worth, Thoughts, Turmoil, Writing

18 Comments on “Taste”

percolatingpoetry
November 21, 2017

Very well penned!

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- cariboucrossingsak
  November 21, 2017
  
  Thank you.
  
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  - percolatingpoetry
    November 21, 2017
    
    You are welcome!
    
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lifepunchesback
November 21, 2017

All of the above. 😝
Spicy, honey, sweet

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- cariboucrossingsak
  November 21, 2017
  
  Maybe.
  
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  - lifepunchesback
    November 21, 2017
    
    Definitely
    
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phillister
November 23, 2017

Always questioning

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- cariboucrossingsak
  November 23, 2017
  
  I am. It’s low self-esteem, I guess.
  
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yassy
January 20, 2019

Damn good, this!!

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- tara caribou
  January 20, 2019
  
  Thanks Yassy! ☺️
  
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  - yassy
    January 21, 2019
    
    Welcome 💃🏿🌞👋
    
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Micheel
January 20, 2019

I guess we will have to just keep tasting you until we understand what it is ourselves

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The Mush from the Hill
January 21, 2019

I’m quite partial to a cinnamon bun or three. Lovely words Tara.

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- tara caribou
  January 21, 2019
  
  I’m a fan of cinnamon rolls myself. Just made some yesterday actually 😋
  
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  - The Mush from the Hill
    January 21, 2019
    
    Yummy 😁
    
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Spiral Artist
January 25, 2019

Interesting take on hunger. Not of any specific kind, though, if any I’d say it was a hunger for a deeper bond, an emotional connection – a soul hunger, if you will. Then, naturally, it moves onto culinary delights, but questions the “delight” in the equation, asking whether the act of feeding itself is the actual ends, and the taste just a means… thought-provoking, to say the least.

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- tara caribou
  January 25, 2019
  
  Yes. Yes that’s it exactly. I originally wrote this when I was with someone who I just couldn’t understand why he was with me. Best answer I could come up with is that he didn’t want to be alone. I don’t know. His answers were cryptic.
  
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  - Spiral Artist
    January 26, 2019
    
    Well that was on him. At least he inspired some beautiful poetry, tho.
    
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