taste

Spotlight

Folder: 
My Everything

You stood in the doorway 

The frame smiled

At the taste of your skin

Your hair

Longer

My eyes

Not hiding

My jealousy 

Of the white soaked wood

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Even when you think I'm not looking, I am. Your forever in the spotlight.

Palate

Folder: 
Simple Thoughts

"So fleeting,

the feelings that need to be written,

so we try,

lest we forget,

 

because we can end the story

right here.

 

 

 

But the writer didn't quit,

there's more than just words

to be conveyed,

painted.

 

So coast,

let the feelings become a little older,

bolder, embolden the taste

and let your mind

 

slip into space

where much will be needed,

actual space,

for too much had happened today,

 

looking for a place to be.

Matter of fact,

every little thing

had it's own story,

 

poetry to be painted for,

but the encompassing tone

is the gratuity of it all,

the gravity of thanks,

 

given time and again,

and how that can make

heartfelt words

turn empty.

 

A day

full of so many happenings

can dilute

the flavor of each herb;

 

the finite details 

of a singular moment

crowded by 

too many spices.

 

The palate becomes overwhelmed,

tastes come all sides, 

pungent, 

assaulted with bitter flavors,

 

or salty experiences. 

Even the savory, slow

succumbing to sweet memories

can lead to sour smiles.

 

Too strong a concentration

on the subject of flavor,

and you lose the whole picture,

the entire day.

 

Exertion, 

parading down the street,

or a humble pawn in the presence

of greatness,

 

balance is best

to appreciate the meal, if you will.

To appreciate every moment,

and the entire day they build."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A day full of so many flavors can distract your appreciation for the entire day itself.

Tasting the Skyline

Folder: 
Just a thought!

Wolfing down some Skyline chili.. saucy, meaty, bold...

A taste of allspice hid within, is how the story goes'

Picking your selected style of meat and beans and cheddar,

Having mine with spagetti noodles, only made it better'

Cincinnati had it's special cuisine only tasted there...

The Brats or Metts on a toasted bun, flavor beyond compare.

Every city makes a stand, having something the very best...

I want to visit every skyline, and savor all the rest'



Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just thinking of tastes under different skylines' ....wrote this when I was hungryTongue Out

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Coffee

An object warm and white,

Cup-like with a handle at its side.

Halfway filled with a liquid,

A liquid with a name,

Its name being coffee.

 

Eager am I to hold this cup,

Equally eager am I to drink

From its rim which my lips shall touch.

Slowly yet quickly I do tilt the cup

And the liquid pours into my mouth.

 

The liquid's bitter taste,

Yet sweet and warm it is.

Satisfying is the taste,

So gleefully I do drink more

And indulge myself in this sweet galore. 

 

Freely does the liquid

Move around in my mouth

As it plays with my tongue

Tickling its taste-buds.

Around and between my teeth it goes

'til I move it back with my tongue

To the back of my mouth

Where the coffee meets its doom.

Down my throat it goes,

The aftertaste the same as before.

My thirst craves evermore,

Thus I drink some more.

 

An Expression Of Love

I am gravely sorry
That you hold pain within you.

 

We share love,

Whether you choose to accept it
In your reality or not.

 

I am empathetic towards your pain.

 

I am not a psychiatrist.
I am not a psychologist.
I do not know how to control your delusions,
Only you know how to do that.

 

I do know this.

When you can clearly see,
That keeping your mouth shut,
Instead of opening it,
Is hurting far more people
Than it is helping...

 

...it's time to open your damn mouth.

 

 

05/19/2013 10:04 AM ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

We all choose our delusions in life.

blanket

warm thighs wrapped around full submission to thievery.. gift of self wrapped in thrusts of emotion..

urgent hunger as life force funneled and shaped into the ram pounded tinto wall of distance between us as bodies meld together..

sensations rise to blur between lover and loved as boundaries of touch spread out into the ether to embrace me caress and know me as the warm winds know the blades of grass on a cold ground..

feel the dance of my kisses upon you as i seek warmth in the touch of your face there graceful curve as snuggle into warm lips as they wrap around the parts of me to be tasted and felt and listened to..

they sing to you as you wrap around all of me to be a home for this wandering soul after a hard long journey to find you there..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

time will tell all things

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