Tacit and tarter

Pungent, never subdued,
implied ,inferred, delicate.
yet the striking never ruined
the smooth roundness of her face
and chiseled , scraped almost ,
cleaved to perfection
all that it is the facade to.
dissolves into self
resolves into self
and implodes upon the misdirection,
all that nothing stands witness to.
you are tacit and tarter,
all I taste in my mouth,
left to linger
sharp at the tip,

lashing at my tongue
spread to blood
down in my throat
the flames that lunge.
all other senses I rest,
I feel,  feel again
without asking of much.
tacit and tarter,
no appetite for starters,
they never taste as bland.
More tacit, less tarter now.
tacit and tarter never the less!