you taste like we might get on

you taste like burnt tongues
sitting alone at a coffee shop
you taste like andy warhol made love to picasso
like that dirty chai you just finished drinking
you taste sleep deprived
and you added too many espresso shots

you taste like sin
like you have a weird fetish
like you've never read a word of the bible
because you were too busy watching porn on your laptop

you taste like home videos
you taste sad
you taste like i know you already
you taste broken

you taste like laundry soap
and deodorant stains on a black shirt
you taste like wednesdays
and 7:30 am
pack the kids' lunches
feed the kids breakfast
don't forget your coat henry

you taste like soup kitchens
you taste like my mother's eyes
you taste like rusty nails spilled onto the dirt
you taste like trouble

you taste like church
like you pray every night
and you swear as soon as the alarm goes off
you taste like you say the "f-word" a lot
you taste white like sacrament hymns
and messy like kids' coloring pages
you taste like confessions
and sweaty hands
and bloodshot eyes

you taste like i don't want to stop kissing you
you taste good
you taste real good

you taste like you pay attention in earth science
and you were pissed when you got a c on the exam
like you buy urban outfitters socks
and you read up on the company controversies

you taste like you're addicted to solitaire
and you sleep with your mouth shut
and something about that seems significant

you taste like you don't bruise easy
and you're not ticklish
but you taste like you wish you were
because you want an excuse to laugh more

you taste like you still buy cassette tapes
and you worry your mother
and you never downloaded snapchat
and a part of you wants her to be worried

you taste like long division
and lost love letters
and the guy that proved the universe is still expanding

you taste young
and hopeful
like you went through an awkward phase in fifth grade

you taste like i might fall in love with you
and i should probably ask for your number