Fifth Sense

 

I’ve started craving

Other tastes on my lips

Now that yours aren’t an option anymore

I haven’t known the bitterness of a cigarette 

For three years now 

But I feel myself longing for it

The way that whiskey 

Washes over my tongue 

Drowning its sadness

From the eviction notice 

Of the home it made of you

My midnight fast food runs

Aren’t the same these days

The over abundance of salt on my french fries 

Doesn’t fool or satisfy my taste buds anymore 

Thinking of you 

Sends tingles down my arching spine

A heat through my aching belly 

And gasps through my lonely mouth

You tasted best

When my flavor 

Penetrated our kiss 

A sweetness cutting through your smoke 

A smoke that cigarettes could never mimic 

And alcohol could never let me forget 

-j.p