ANCORA TU

I’ll eat your apples in the morning 

while whispering away the salty leftovers from your lips

stroking your pores with a spoon 

as a gentle reminder 

as food for thought 

You’ll be pushing boundaries

remembered by a high pitch 

Have you eaten, my love? 

Let me suck out the bad parts 

so close to your pit 

And we’ll be covered in whipped bitterness 

With that pinch of salt 

that I took from your tears 

I’ll finish my palate 

I’m hungry to find out 

all the fruits you’re growing 

will you cut them with a sharp knife? 

and sprinkle them with time? 

I’ll open my mouth and catch every drop 

with the tip of my tongue 

until we’re whole