When You Taste Love Before it is Yours
Pure Indulgence
I saw it behind glass, that first time,
in a display cabinet, coveted by many mouths,
alluring in all its fluffy mousse-like glory.
Light specks contoured the glassy surface,
reflecting imagined stars
while a background hum of activity dispersed
like powdered sugar through a sieve.
It caught me but I needed no restraining. It shot me
with seduction. But it had me with its presence.
*
I tasted you before you were mine,
that sweet, sweet taste of toffee cloud
melting on a submissive tongue,
more delicious for the bitter sips of coffee between
each mouthful of that rich frisson
a collision that forms only in
a perfect union.
*
Crystal silence crackled like a brulee
broken only by your lips curling
when you guessed I tasted your kiss
before you were mine.
When you said hello, I wondered
What is this new and beautiful word?
About the Creator
Teresa Renton
Inhaling life, exhaling stories, poetry, prose, flash or fusions. An imperfect perfectionist who writes and recycles words. I write because I love how it feels to make ink patterns & form words, like pictures, on a page.
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