NaPoWriMo 27/30: Reunion

Riding black ribbons
we settled on the butterfly’s wings,
a taste of renewal on our tongues,
in a landscape swept clean as our
minty mingled breath and bodies
as determined as a second chance.


Prompt via Write a poem that explores your sense of taste. ( I kind of expanded the definition of taste with this one.)

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