i.

I recall

the night I first

danced with forbidden

                                        fruit.

 

I salivated,

mouth watering,

willing teeth to sink

into plush skin.

The taste was acute —

                                        sweet.

 

I still feel

how juices tickled

down my chin as pulp

wolfed down hurriedly

filled a gaping

                                       emptiness.

-Tomi Oyemakinde

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