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Flavor-
She tastes like something unbelievable, almost as here and gone
as the bitterness of smoke or the cool dew of
mists.
Sugar and glaze on the surface, like taffy or candy,
but I know these practically psychotics shifts under the top:
heavy spices and something brash that is here,
everywhere in her.
I mean, I'm not surprised that
she tastes wild and bizarre (lemons, limes, and this weird flavor
kind of like barbecue sauce), or that she's got this mystical
older taste to her. I think I really do like the craziness
under the pretty shine; that oddness
is her.
I don't think I thought I'd ever like her –
she's always irritating me on purpose, but I think I'm starting to like
it when she does that. She knows I exist, and
I don't know if I can explain that:
It's me, and it's her,
and it's both of us even if she's not even human
and even if I'm still just a kid,
because it's still only us when I move to kiss her, just us.
Someone told me I had an old soul once,
I'm mature and she's immature so it balances out;
we're an even wrap, like a symmetrical
pastry or something, and she tastes
like something violent and strange, and beautiful,
and I'm pretty sure I love her.
And maybe I'm just being stupid, because I am a kid,
but I'm starting to think I know I love her,
and I'm not surprised about that, either, for some reason,
just like I'm not surprised that her flavor is
wonderfully alien.
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Notes: Possibly o.o.c., in which case please hurt me with blunt objects.
Feedback: It's tasty!
Disclaimer: Naota and Haruko belong to people much better than I! I'm a dirty filthy stealer!