Tastes
You were every flavour I had never tried
Bitter marmalade
Clever caramels
Until I could taste you
Then you became vanilla
I put you on a pedestal of tastes on my tongue
Turned you into something marvellous
Something clever
Some inconceivable gastronomic delight
But you were so bland,
So poorly seasoned.
I imagined you as a feast
Of mismatched salt and sweet
Something harsh and cracking
But you were so lacking.
I am sorry to strip you of your flavour,
Now you’ve fallen out of favour.
But I pictured you so perfect,
‘Til you deserted,
Dissolved to nothing on my tongue,
And it is bittersweet
To know this meal is done.
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