That smile. That voice.
He knew–he *knew*–that it wasn’t going to be for him to see for much longer. He was yet mourning that beauty, even as he stared it in the face. It was never his, it was never his.
It stared back at him, those eyes, those lips.
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Roll the sweet around with your tongue, suck honeyed juice, taste lingering deep in your memories.
savor will take me back
to my favorite places:
to my grandma’s danish dining table,
then passed to my mom,
to a cold winter vacation
and a summer song
to the boy who broke my heart
and how i can’t buy peppermint gum
to the girl who saved my heart
and our raw fish amour fou.
Do you taste the air when it blows across your face on the days when the apples and the air match in crispness. Savor it while you can. Breathe it in.
Jaclyn
drawing out my wednesday, dragging out the week. cherishing the summer, savoring the heat. september savior sings a song, the gong hit lands so sweet. come along for bong rips as i roll this hand of weed.
That smile. That voice.
He knew–he *knew*–that it wasn’t going to be for him to see for much longer. He was yet mourning that beauty, even as he stared it in the face. It was never his, it was never his.
It stared back at him, those eyes, those lips.
Roll the sweet around with your tongue, suck honeyed juice, taste lingering deep in your memories.
savor will take me back
to my favorite places:
to my grandma’s danish dining table,
then passed to my mom,
to a cold winter vacation
and a summer song
to the boy who broke my heart
and how i can’t buy peppermint gum
to the girl who saved my heart
and our raw fish amour fou.
It really depends on the person.
Some, when they see their favourite food, they immediately immerse and indulge, and do not even risk a single moment.
But for me? I like to keep the best thing, the final thing. I would really, really like to savor the aftertaste…
Do you taste the air when it blows across your face on the days when the apples and the air match in crispness. Savor it while you can. Breathe it in.
drawing out my wednesday, dragging out the week. cherishing the summer, savoring the heat. september savior sings a song, the gong hit lands so sweet. come along for bong rips as i roll this hand of weed.