pale colors,
the wash of a sky.
the blah of things.
we don't want insincerity,
or half baked kisses,
or pats on the back.
we don't want
tasteless meals,
unseasoned and fast.
we want the banquet,
we want to taste and taste
and over eat,
to spill the wine,
to knock the table over,
to give in to all our
desires, to all our needs.
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