Almonds.

rich.

and golden brown.

i trace the knotwork of veins

etched on your paper

     thin skin

(embroidered lace of meticulous spiders

from the orient

or some shadowed land of

     eternal twilight).

so easily...

you break and shatter

beneath the ivory teeth

        of my traitorous mouth

revealing 

white flesh

(unsoiled, tender) of

         embryonic innocence

with sweet perfume of

         jasmine

(and taste)

of bitter earth.

- e.a.chauca