(How your colour changes)



I graze on your words

The juice leaves a mark

A grass stain.

Chewing over the nouns

Forms a thick cud,

Holding my tongue,

Indelibly dying

The surface of my teeth.

Punctuated spaces

I swallow

Augment the pallor

Of my oesophagus.

Digesting each stanza, four times

Permitting each, time to swell,

Ferment,

Into intoxicating liquor.

I absorb each letter

In my blood

Pigment, oxidised

From green to read.

Want to comment on this Poetry? Sign up to Edit Red and you will be able to comment on Poetry and get access to: Upload your own stories and poems, get readers and their feedback, promote your work...