A Taste

It touches 

The tip of

My tongue

And lights up

All the parts

Of my heart

And my mind 

And my gut,

Then it turns

Into tingles

And flutters,

A high

That takes 

Me beyond

Every cloud

In the sky,

And I think

That if this

Can be mine

For a while,

I'd spend

Every day

With a you

And a smile,

But I reach

Out my hand

Cause I want

One more taste,

But it's gone 

Cause he has

To go back

To his place.

Now, I know

That this is

Hard to get

If you've had

A plate of

This love your

Whole life, but

My past

Was so bland,

That sometimes

When he leaves,

And I fall,

I think that

I'd rather

Have not tasted

It at all.