toothpaste and oranges

she inoculated
my blank slate
against ever
pursuing one
half as perfect
unable to muster
the necessary chemicals
to ever give a fraction
of my dream to another
in any way
but temporary

her every kiss
erased the memory
of any that came
before
tainted the ideal
of any to come
after
leaving my mouth
minty fresh
as all others became
orange juice
after a toothbrushing

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s