I've walked and savoured Seen the magic and ate the food Sight and hearing may deceive But taste, fragrance and touch Directly speaks and to you alone And by same measure I know The liars, the blind, and the fools For their fruits are without taste Even as plastic fruits are for eyes only
I ran over your tongue like silk or is it fine wine You sloshed me in your mouth tasting the way I ripened with age I danced with your taste buds I thought I did well but then you spit me out and decided you preferred the 2010
My sense of taste has turned liquid and melted away like soft butter. I need it to savor the summer days of my inner orchard. I need it to open like a pomegrante blossom. I need a bite of the powered sugar moon. I want to savor amber pears falling from laden boughs, the plasy juice of ripe peaches.
I crave the smooth velvet richness of a mouthful of langage, heaping spoonfuls of words sweetened by liquid light, the flavor of mellow memories. I need poetry full of pastry – « sugar pyramids of confectionery . »
Taste, where have you gone ? Have you fled from the wineglass weary of holding wine ? Must I create a feast of literary edibles to get you back ?