Acquired Taste.

Acquired taste.
Fortunate, imported taste.
Can’t be purchased at your local liqour store.
Threads straight off the runway.
Vintage, thrift store.
Acquired taste.
No one can relate.
The magnitude of your rhythm correlates with my inner thoughts.
I may say i’m done with you, but the light switch aint off.
Love lives here.
It always has.
This taste is sacred, always been.
Like i never left, its still here.
Bittersweet.
You’re an acquired taste, better yet the only taste for me.