We fall in love, call our best friends, and the first thing they want to know is what does it feel like? Why does love always have to feel like something? If I was in love, I'd want to smell it, hear it, see it, and taste it. Let it be the aroma that wakes me to work hard. Let it be that favorite rhyme I hum without thinking, it just comes. Let it be a beautiful painting, a golden sunset, a star filled sky, a half moon. Let it be every part of the senses used to make love work.
What would yours taste like?
I think mine would be like this....
Taste of Love
my love passed me a jar
placed the edge on my lip & i drank
it went down
smooth w/ edges
bits of shaved sweet roasting almonds
hot w/a sour aftertaste like day old soup or cough drops
sweet w/hints of peppermint
that freshness i held under my tongue
a spicy sunburst of tangerine
syrupy thick molasses blanket
it was warm
vanilla flavored coffee
a serving of sweet potato pudding
savory buttered cornbread
homemade apple pie
& extra sweet ice tea
a drop fell on my lips & my love hungrily kissed me
we don't waste
(to be continued)
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