Just A Taste

Precious to me,
a sweet gem I want to hold
in my mouth,
as though the honey of her
would dissolve,
as though she were
gold sugar.
I want to keep her
on my tongue
and taste her
always

and so I make
the cuts
as small
as possible

just a taste,
to last me always.

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