I've had this candy before.
It wasn't the hard kind,
With even flavor all the way.
It wasn't the nutty kind,
Playfully changing from tongue to teeth.
This kind had a shell.
The outside is its only defense.
Hard, but fragile. A desperate defiance.
Inside is private, intense,
A dark, bottomless surrender.
Too much;
but also,
Everything.
I trembled, full of anxiety.
What if I broke my teeth on the shell?
What if that hidden center
were poisoned.
What if it numbed me
like ice
After all I had tasted one like this before,
And it bit.
Like a fire ball with too much spice.
I was taking a chance,
but I knew
Nothing else was possible.
I had to begin!
So I bit into the soft center,
with all my heart.
once again.
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With a thanks to Debbie.