Your eyes were like almonds

Picture by Jessica Flavia

Your eyes were like almonds
one morning,
you squeezed them bitterly,
the pillow was the pot,
your thoughts the sugar,
a forgotten treat,
but I discovered everything,
you tasted good
from your neck
down to your back,
and while you muddled
through your sour awakening,
I was always more intoxicated
by your sweet fragrance
that my heart drank in.
This way my palate once
renewed its vocabulary,
I no longer feel anything
but if you kissed my face
you would discover how salty
my tears are.