that flavor of the earth
I can’t describe
but try with a foot-drag
of my tongue over
the brown goo
nothing comes to mind
so another dash across
the muck in the spoon
brings a deeper knowing
in the saliva that mixes
metaphors with desire
but no words I lick
every streaky trail left
on the metal basin
to a spotless finish
so clean I see my face
staring back at me
needing a moment
to bring my eyes back
from their glazed oblivion