Taste

The juicy fruit erupts

on our tongues

and the sun shines

onto us

highlighting the 

dripping liquid

as it oozes.

the blue paint

of your room

captivates me

and the brown iris

of your eyes

takes me in.

I am trapped

between your knees

as you set the 

apple core 

down on 

the purple glass plate

and lean in.

you blur into me

your lips dip into

my soul.

I taste like you.

Annemarie Spalding is a sophomore at SCAPA Lafayette in the Literary Arts program. She likes writing short stories and poetry. She enjoys hanging out with her friends and spending time with her boyfriend.