Epicurean
A plump blueberry
lightly rolled between
index finger and thumb
softly moves to
the back of my mouth
The tender, sensuous curls
of emerald kale wrapped
in the subdued magenta
of sweet and sour fresh pickled
red onion
All simple movements
supple toward my lips
and tongue
dancing flavors glide and flow
flooding desire
drowning the hunger
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Some many good lines. Like how clean it is right now.