Myristicin
I catch the playful taste
Of curry powder
Scattered cross your teeth,
An earthy heat the tint
Of highland clay on fire,
Turmeric that stains our mouth,
Narcotic Chennai chili peppers
Puckering our tongue
Within our frantic breathing
Like the ocean winds
On bare wet skin.
Stunned
I plummet,
Losing my world.
- 1/28/25
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