I start a museum
with the seeds you spit -
tamarind is an acquired taste,
I want to tell you.
I want to tell you it took me time,
first to understand it,
then to cherish it,
sourness.
I may have wished
once or twice you were
sweet rather than acrid
before I learned that
all the tastes exist on
all parts of the tongue.
You have me wanting to try tamarind. However, I don't think that is the point of the poem. I do like the POV, When you love someone deeply, their quirks and flaws seem attractive.
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