Saturday, July 4, 2009

day menu

flip, the tension rises at the precise point of letting go - ahhhhhhhh
the other side, baked, toasted, burned and we can finish the move with a sweeping movement
we bite, and the taste overwhelms

this is how love tastes.

but how should one write about the sense of taste? I yearn for a better method to describe this rasa. But let's deal with this another time. To savour the moment, at its moment, loving the - wo and ah; surely there is no word, phrase, or sentence to express the implosion of the taste buds.
I shall narrow the tip of my tongue, seep the sweetness of your ecstasy, and marvel at the crimson touch that burns with your precious passion.

Oh. There. I just described the taste of love.

no more. no less. it's too fleeting to stay.
But I look forward to my next meal.

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