Taste by peach i am obsessed with the curves of your face the lines of your symmetry the grooves of your eyes i am obsessed with the pale color of your lips the sharpness of your teeth the smoothness of your tongue i am obsessed with the air that you breath the shape of your nose the hair of your beard i am obsessed with the words that you say the wind when you whisper the light you slam upon me i am obsessed with the taste of your love the way you flood my heart the way you abandoned me. Back to Poetry Index