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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