The Taste of Him

Just when I think I’ve conquered that

eating-away-at-my-guts feeling, it

all comes back, in the taste of him on your

lips, three days later, imagined no doubt,

or the smile in your voice when he calls.

Ugly, the urge to possess, to claim, to

say “MINE!”. I have refused to live by it,

yet the twisting pain is real, and I must bite down hard.


M.A. Mohanraj

October 3, 1996