The peeled orange
The taste of it, is a baby’s first taste of milk.
The taste of it, a taste of life
The taste of it, a taste of freedom
The taste of it, a taste of love.
The tongue excited and words to be spoken
The veins sending messages to the heart.
Inner parts, taste of perception.
The unpeeled, the lost soul. No direction of it.
The tongue not happy, shattered by the taste,
The veins are not in a good mood to dance
Love and care are flawed.
One young hard to taste and enjoy.
