I intend to flirt
I intend to flirt
When I – a peppermint’s serrated leaf –
am tasted, freshly separated from
the square-cut stem that long supported me –
a shoot arisen from the clayey dirt –
when I am tasted unexpectedly
and nakedly and sugarless, I’ll burn
the sensitivities of tasting tongues
with this – my fullest flavor – as their lungs
inhale my menthol effervescence, learn
I’m not some candy’s sweet passivity—
when I am tasted, I intend to flirt
with blitzkrieg full aggression, angrily
assert my fullness undiluted, dumb
if I have been, to tongue unsung relief.
am tasted, freshly separated from
the square-cut stem that long supported me –
a shoot arisen from the clayey dirt –
when I am tasted unexpectedly
and nakedly and sugarless, I’ll burn
the sensitivities of tasting tongues
with this – my fullest flavor – as their lungs
inhale my menthol effervescence, learn
I’m not some candy’s sweet passivity—
when I am tasted, I intend to flirt
with blitzkrieg full aggression, angrily
assert my fullness undiluted, dumb
if I have been, to tongue unsung relief.
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When I – a peppermint’s serrated leaf –
am tasted, freshly separated from
the square-cut stem that long supported me –
shot up from phyllosilicates* and dirt –
when I am tasted unexpectedly
and nakedly and sugarless, I’ll burn
the sensitivities of tasting tongues
with this – my fullest flavor – as their lungs
inhale my menthol effervescence, learn
I’m not some candy’s sweet passivity—
when I am tasted, I intend to flirt
with blitzkrieg full aggression, angrily
assert my fullness undiluted, dumb
if I have been, to tongue unsung relief.
*ok. I suppose my continuing exile in my isolated suburbia doesn't excuse "clayey" vocabulary.
How about a more scientific phyllosilicate? Go William & Mary Geology Dep't! Tribe Pride!
am tasted, freshly separated from
the square-cut stem that long supported me –
shot up from phyllosilicates* and dirt –
when I am tasted unexpectedly
and nakedly and sugarless, I’ll burn
the sensitivities of tasting tongues
with this – my fullest flavor – as their lungs
inhale my menthol effervescence, learn
I’m not some candy’s sweet passivity—
when I am tasted, I intend to flirt
with blitzkrieg full aggression, angrily
assert my fullness undiluted, dumb
if I have been, to tongue unsung relief.
*ok. I suppose my continuing exile in my isolated suburbia doesn't excuse "clayey" vocabulary.

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hehe... much better!
As you know, I usually don't critique, (unless posting in a critique forum like the old scroll used to be) ... so thanks for letting me question it. It was sorta awkward, no? lol.. not a word, i don't think.
I'd have to look up phyllosilicates but it looks like a real word!
Plus it sounds good! 
As you know, I usually don't critique, (unless posting in a critique forum like the old scroll used to be) ... so thanks for letting me question it. It was sorta awkward, no? lol.. not a word, i don't think.
I'd have to look up phyllosilicates but it looks like a real word!


well, thanks. you know i'm always up for helpful critique. and what? "clayey" is a real word, isn't it? like, "when i came back up from makin' mud pies, my mama said i was a right 'clayey' mess."
ok.
i get you point...
ok.
i get you point...

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Keep it clayey...I love that, I can taste it, the taste of clay, when I was a kid, oh it's all coming back to me, those puddles, the clayey tastes, the peppermint that flirted it right out but still left me clayey memories.....
cool poem Joely
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cool poem Joely
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grinning....i lerve this. Nice work.when I am tasted unexpectedly
and nakedly and sugarless, I’ll burn
the sensitivities of tasting tongues
with this – my fullest flavor – as their lungs
inhale my menthol effervescence, learn
I’m not some candy’s sweet passivity—
when I am tasted, I intend to flirt

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