Between Tongue and Teeth

He

Is the

Color ripe

And the fragrance of

Flavor~ All things empathic

And gustatory~ He partakes from the

Tree of knowledge and life~ Handpicked

For the very sensation of his mouth~ There

Are no regrets~ Everything becomes ovular~

Like black olive & purple grape~ A paused

Press between tongue and teeth~ Awaits

Its release of pleasurable pain by

Means of breaking bite and

Consciousness~ Life

Now dissolves

Its colors

Neath

The

Soft palate of consumption~ All to be born into

Sound and stanzas ~ The savory swallowing

Of experience~ Fecund with the lingering

Aftertaste of creation~ Where even

Silence parts to reveal

Its secret

He

Is the

Color ripe

And the fragrance of

Flavor~ All things empathic

And gustatory~ He partakes from the

Tree of knowledge and life~ Handpicked

For the very sensation of his mouth~ There

Are no regrets~ Everything becomes ovular~

Like black olive & purple grape~ A paused

Press between tongue and teeth~ Awaits

Its release of pleasurable pain by

Means of breaking bite and

Consciousness~ Life

Now dissolves

Its colors

Neath

The

Soft palate of consumption~ All to be born into

Sound and stanzas ~ The savory swallowing

Of experience~ Fecund with the lingering

Aftertaste of creation~ Where even

Silence parts to reveal

Its secret

He

Is the

Color ripe

And the fragrance of

Flavor~ All things empathic

And gustatory~ He partakes from the

Tree of knowledge and life~ Handpicked

For the very sensation of his mouth~ There

Are no regrets~ Everything becomes ovular~

Like black olive & purple grape~ A paused

Press between tongue and teeth~ Awaits

Its release of pleasurable pain by

Means of breaking bite and

Consciousness~ Life

Now dissolves

Its colors

Neath

The

Soft palate of consumption~ All to be born into

Sound and stanzas ~ The savory swallowing

Of experience~ Fecund with the lingering

Aftertaste of creation~ Where even

Silence parts to reveal

Its secret

He

Is the

Color ripe

And the fragrance of

Flavor~ All things empathic

And gustatory~ He partakes from the

Tree of knowledge and life~ Handpicked

For the very sensation of his mouth~ There

Are no regrets~ Everything becomes ovular~

Like black olive & purple grape~ A paused

Press between tongue and teeth~ Awaits

Its release of pleasurable pain by

Means of breaking bite and

Consciousness~ Life

Now dissolves

Its colors

Neath

The

Soft palate of consumption~ All to be born into

Sound and stanzas ~ The savory swallowing

Of experience~ Fecund with the lingering

Aftertaste of creation~ Where even

Silence parts to reveal

Its secret

vv

He

Is the

Color ripe

And the fragrance of

Flavor~ All things empathic

And gustatory~ He partakes from the

Tree of knowledge and life~ Handpicked

For the very sensation of his mouth~ There

Are no regrets~ Everything becomes ovular~

Like black olive & purple grape~ A paused

Press between tongue and teeth~ Awaits

Its release of pleasurable pain by

Means of breaking bite and

Consciousness~ Life

Now dissolves

Its colors

Neath

The

Soft palate of consumption~ All to be born into

Sound and stanzas ~ The savory swallowing

Of experience~ Fecund with the lingering

Aftertaste of creation~ Where even

Silence parts to reveal

Its secret

He

Is the

Color ripe

And the fragrance of

Flavor~ All things empathic

And gustatory~ He partakes from the

Tree of knowledge and life~ Handpicked

For the very sensation of his mouth~ There

Are no regrets~ Everything becomes ovular~

Like black olive & purple grape~ A paused

Press between tongue and teeth~ Awaits

Its release of pleasurable pain by

Means of breaking bite and

Consciousness~ Life

Now dissolves

Its colors

Neath

The

Soft palate of consumption~ All to be born into

Sound and stanzas ~ The savory swallowing

Of experience~ Fecund with the lingering

Aftertaste of creation~ Where even

Silence parts to reveal

Its secret

He

Is the

Color ripe

And the fragrance of

Flavor~ All things empathic

And gustatory~ He partakes from the

Tree of knowledge and life~ Handpicked

For the very sensation of his mouth~ There

Are no regrets~ Everything becomes ovular~

Like black olive & purple grape~ A paused

Press between tongue and teeth~ Awaits

Its release of pleasurable pain by

Means of breaking bite and

Consciousness~ Life

Now dissolves

Its colors

Neath

The

Soft palate of consumption~ All to be born into

Sound and stanzas ~ The savory swallowing

Of experience~ Fecund with the lingering

Aftertaste of creation~ Where even

Silence parts to reveal

Its secret

He

Is the

Color ripe

And the fragrance of

Flavor~ All things empathic

And gustatory~ He partakes from the

Tree of knowledge and life~ Handpicked

For the very sensation of his mouth~ There

Are no regrets~ Everything becomes ovular~

Like black olive & purple grape~ A paused

Press between tongue and teeth~ Awaits

Its release of pleasurable pain by

Means of breaking bite and

Consciousness~ Life

Now dissolves

Its colors

Neath

The

Soft palate of consumption~ All to be born into

Sound and stanzas ~ The savory swallowing

Of experience~ Fecund with the lingering

Aftertaste of creation~ Where even

Silence parts to reveal

Its secret

He

Is the

Color ripe

And the fragrance of

Flavor~ All things empathic

And gustatory~ He partakes from the

Tree of knowledge and life~ Handpicked

For the very sensation of his mouth~ There

Are no regrets~ Everything becomes ovular~

Like black olive & purple grape~ A paused

Press between tongue and teeth~ Awaits

Its release of pleasurable pain by

Means of breaking bite and

Consciousness~ Life

Now dissolves

Its colors

Neath

The

Soft palate of consumption~ All to be born into

Sound and stanzas ~ The savory swallowing

Of experience~ Fecund with the lingering

Aftertaste of creation~ Where even

Silence parts to reveal

Its secret