91–god on my tongue

sometimes this daily bread is

all that feeds me the other dailies

eat away the stores of

gladness i had saved for morning

so i return to this breath of god

this love letter format taste

delicate godlove on the tongue

of my earliest gladness though

harsh words shatter the stillness

my hope is in you sweet lover

always  all here though sometimes the

night is not kissed into morning

i come back to all and taste

your tongue with my morning coffee

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