She Tastes Poem by Maya Hanson

She tastes like broken sunshine
I could hold in the palm of my hand
when it's too dark to let it go.
She tastes like a sugar bowl
that's been left out in the rain.
She tastes like remembering things I can't forget
and forgetting things I don't want to remember.
She tastes like cracked fingers writing in the sand,
names over and over and over
but never the same one twice.
She tastes like I finally know why
nothing before this has felt right.
She tastes like the keyhole I look through to make sure
the answers etched into her veins like rivers
are still there.
She tastes like darkness swallowing
all the claws that reach for me through so many cities.
She tastes like watermelon seeds and orange peels
soaked in the sun.
She tastes like a falling star.
She tastes like somehow
I have fallen in love with myself again.
She tastes like…
this.