Soft

Though, it depends upon which

part, which section your lips

choose to caress first,

we dare not show the

entirety of ourselves at

once, we are a constantly

contradicting entity

Of the arms that hold

it is a sweeter taste,

one that exudes the

familial love between

blood and bond.

Of the legs it holds

a firmer, stout flavor

humming of the bark

that sheds from the

All-Mother's trees,

it is our love for this

world and beyond.

Of our head is a

sharp taste, akin to

our ability to think

and dream, we must

always be grateful for

our wit.

Though, that is not all

there is to a human soul,

each individual has its own

variation, a promise that

each of us are unique

and worthy of

existence.