Poetry by Courtney J. Campbell
Aftertaste
The taste you leave in my mouth:
Neither sweet nor bitter
But a little of both,
A mixture of pain
With a dose of hope,
A whisper of sadness
With a caress of joy ...
That taste that is left to linger.
To double your pleasure,
double your fun,
A double-pronged injection
From a double-pointed tongue;
As bees to honey
As gods to ambrosia,
Am I to your flavor of venom.
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Courtney J. Campbell
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