Entry 170

ridges & bumps
atop our tongues —

tasting each other —

& a hint of garlic for me,
& a hint of pepper for you.

last masticated meal
lingers faintly,
like an All-American-Apparition
unable to lift first base.

wine weighs us down.
we welcome warmth & comfort.

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