Poem #15

purple fills my mouth
it tastes of tart grapes
roll the color in my mouth
it begins to change
i taste a juicy plump plum
sour as i bite into it
the juice slides down my throat
i swallow my face contorting
the flavor is too purple
i want some more
sour changes to sweet
the overpowering taste of blackberries
i close my eyes and relish the
intermingling flavors
i realize
i love the way purple tastes

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