When senses love 3. Taste

I tasted, your lips
and I saw, that what
I was hearing from you
was reality. And it tastes
as the colors of the stars
must taste. My lips are now
starving, longing for you.
My life has no sweetness in it
and I feel hungry,
alone and sad, empty...oh no,
I will not taste anyone else,
I prefer to die
or...maybe when I will cry
I will taste my tears...
facing my darkest of fears,
to be left alone,
to live without you.