Love Poem: Taste of Innocence
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Written by: Tim Smith

Taste of Innocence

Buttoned-up sunshine silhouette
draped in early evening fantasy
captured in aromatic ecstasy

let me 

d    e
 o     a
  w     s
    n     y 

let me 
wander 
in your 

b r
     e e
          z e

Drips of cinnamon touch
the true taste of innocence 
and her lips melt atop
burning gasoline jet streams

b
   l
     o
        w
           n

across the sheets of time
with the corners holding me still
sunsets wink good night