RUBY SOLOMON
taste metallic
when i say you taste
metallic i am talking mostly
of the way i become viscous in
your company, veins dilate to
accommodate the influx of
pressure, a surfacing of iron
rich blood finding its way to the
tip of my tongue in the hope
that i can taste you
better:
to understand your notes
to palate your freckles one
by one.
when i say you taste metallic i
am of course talking mostly of
myself, my body an alchemical
reaction in motion, i am iron:
cemented
to your haven.
i say you taste metallic
because i am trying to say
that i want to crawl inside of
you, wear you from the inside out
just to see what your shins look
like from that vantage.
when i say you taste metallic
i am trying to say you taste of
silvery which is to say you are
symphonic, euphonically
pleasing, canorously
agreeable. when i say
you taste metallic,
i mean to say
i want to taste again.