Honeyed hair and licorice ears
And your eyes would taste of something blue
And if I go and take a bite
Your tongue will taste like dew.
I think it’s true
If I take even the smallest sip
Your mouth tastes like champagne
And if I close my eyes, I think
I may even taste the rain.
This is my shame
Your youth is a blasphemy
And my progressing years a sign
That love is naught but infamy
And old age is a crime.