Glossy Taco

Glossy taco in my grip Swerving through a hunger parade Took my first bite — reality slipped Sour cream star in a salsa cascade Met near the drift beacon exit crawl Half-broke boots and a red-eye drawl You said: "Bite this — there’s extra sauce" I said: "I only deal in blackhole gloss" But I took it anyway Because chaos tastes like lime Drift beacons start to sync up Locking in spice at every beat Tortilla shell’s got all kinked up My tongue don’t taste discreet "We are not alone... we are just spicy." Glossy taco, you're my orbital sin Dripping through gravity, stuck to my chin You called it love, I called it a meal Neither of us knows how to feel Glossy taco, psychedelic shell Seasoned in trauma, wrapped too well Spices collide in the heat of the night An Earth delight, you're my appetite Microwave romance on a spin tray Fell in love with your barcode résumé Crunch zone opened, salsa overflow Extra jalapeños make my thoughts slow You said “Love me like you mean it” I said “What’s the filling?” You said “Guess.” I guessed wrong. Still chewed it down. The menu was never meant for us. But we ordered loud With double heat No regrets Just indigestion Glossy taco, fourth-date flare Held you up under moonlamp glare Your lettuce fell, my pride did too That wasn’t beef... but it still flew Glossy taco, psychedelic shell Seasoned in trauma, wrapped too well Spices collide in the heat of the night An Earth delight, you're my appetite A bite of chaos, flavor so divine Tasting like futures that don’t align Napkins soaked in truth Lips burned with bliss "You never asked what planet I was from." I wanted another kiss But you were all gone. Left a sauce print on my sleeve. And an empty box. Tacos still warm.