The Leash of Sensation

I close my eyes wondering, would I taste
the salt first, the balsamic vinegar
saturating the briny wedge of soft,
sharp, melt-in-your-mouth, perfectly aged brie?
Or would it be the molten sunshine of
bleached hot summer and wildflower honey
drawn from combs guarded by bees too lazy for
protest and drizzled over black cherries?
Or would the marriage of these dance muted
behind the curtain of a well chosen
pinot noir, voluptuous and almost
too sweet in its effortless, velvet punch?
A piquant syrup runs dripping from your
tongue, and I shall lie sleeping where I fall.

The Leash of Sensation

StephanieWright

Conway, United States

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