So many flavors
Is the taste in the food
Or in the taste buds?
This taste is not like the sensual allurement
Of deep, dark chocolate,
Or as the richness of coffee,
Each tempting, yet with punishment
Of an aftermath of palpitations if too much consumption,
As if to say, I tire of you.
No, this is a burst of continual happy
As it’s sweetness touches my tongue,
Absorbed by every corner of my mouth and down my throat
A soothing trickle, not a rushing waterfall.
Licorice, a flavor so unique, not an acquired taste;
Immediately you know.
So loved and appreciated by so few in comparison to others,
It must be a revered taste reserved for a special class.
Prompt: Write a poem that explores your sense of taste! This could be a poem about food, or wine, or even the oddly metallic sensation of a snowflake on your tongue.
