Love Poem #1 - for Melanie And who does not want that
aftertaste of mystery on their tongue? I’ve listened to the stomach grumble for something sweet something like the sugar cane
leaf which will make gums bleed, for what food can be more
mysterious than blood? I don’t care whose it
is. Red and sticky between fingers, thick on the lips. Hemoglobin. I’ve got the veins of cows
and fish muscles and hog-skin making rounds in my body. I’ve got chewed tongue,
thousands of taste buds exploding onto more taste buds. Imagine: all those tiny ellipses
bunched up like seconds and they’re all
working away at the experience, savoring the moment so to
speak. Every dinner: a resonance of
taste-- something tender--something rare. |
