If Ever There Was a Writer’s Chocolate
I found it. One of several on sale,
chocolate my sin of choice,
my salivary glands perused the aisle,
gymnastics at my finger tips.
A carnal need to imbibe two of life’s pleasures
at the same time: surprising words
and an astounding flavor,
blackberry sage chocolate.
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Ah, the taste of language
& the language of taste
even sounds good in more ways than one
I imagine that the chocolate is/was very happy, being eaten by the writer and being his muse at the same time. That is the purpose of its life. Nothing is sadder than being forgotten and melted at the bottom of someones’ purse, then trashed. I love this poem.