Of Soil; Nothing More

Taste of dirt;

touch of flipped pages

lurking in the cavern behind my mouth.

Sour’s beauty

beholden in locked teeth.

Never can let it escape.

An end’s taste,

I salivate.

Taste of dirt

creeping in the dark.

Nearer it comes in the mind.

( ❤ Mitch)

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