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I’ve chopped you
into small morsels,
and sorted your remains
into neat little boxes
according to who
I think you are,
~food for thought~
while I, myself
refuse to be organized
by anyone;
funny, that
I sift through you,
labeling your characteristics
and cross-referencing
my synesthetic symphony
in response to your voice,
I catalogue the butterflies
that won’t stay still
deep in my belly
whenever our paths
have occasion to cross;
I realize this defines me
much more
than it does you,
so please don’t think me
unaware
I revel in the reminiscence
of culinary consciousness,
the bold bloom of taste
that erupted
on the tip of my tongue
when I first tasted you;
seasoned to perfection
with fragile connection,
the home-made concoction
of bitter and sweet
had me hooked
from the first bite
and I am gluttonous
in the quiet
of the early morning,
when Darkness
still nuzzles Light,
not quiet ready
to leave the warmth
of his bed,
I carefully consider
which part of you
tastes best
with my coffee
Unique Word Count: 118
into small morsels,
and sorted your remains
into neat little boxes
according to who
I think you are,
~food for thought~
while I, myself
refuse to be organized
by anyone;
funny, that
I sift through you,
labeling your characteristics
and cross-referencing
my synesthetic symphony
in response to your voice,
I catalogue the butterflies
that won’t stay still
deep in my belly
whenever our paths
have occasion to cross;
I realize this defines me
much more
than it does you,
so please don’t think me
unaware
I revel in the reminiscence
of culinary consciousness,
the bold bloom of taste
that erupted
on the tip of my tongue
when I first tasted you;
seasoned to perfection
with fragile connection,
the home-made concoction
of bitter and sweet
had me hooked
from the first bite
and I am gluttonous
in the quiet
of the early morning,
when Darkness
still nuzzles Light,
not quiet ready
to leave the warmth
of his bed,
I carefully consider
which part of you
tastes best
with my coffee
Unique Word Count: 118
Published 16th Apr 2020
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16th Apr 2020 8:24pm
18th Apr 2020 3:30am
Excellent offering, Luna. Your entries this year are stellar! We're very impressed! xo
18th Apr 2020 3:45am
Thank you so much, Ahavati! I was so nervous about joining this challenge, but it feels really good to spill without waiting for the muse to be in the mood and find I still have something to say. It’s been a real eye-opener. XO
18th Apr 2020 6:01am
Dear L,
I adored this write. The left side of my brain enjoyed this from an enchanted point of view of a new love and that romantc overload of flutterings and brain jam of thoughts. The right side of my brain read this with a bit more sinister outlook which I kind of liked when I’m in a meaner mood. Either way, it’s a great piece and a loud shout out for committing to writing a quality poem every single day. Awesome.
H🌷
I adored this write. The left side of my brain enjoyed this from an enchanted point of view of a new love and that romantc overload of flutterings and brain jam of thoughts. The right side of my brain read this with a bit more sinister outlook which I kind of liked when I’m in a meaner mood. Either way, it’s a great piece and a loud shout out for committing to writing a quality poem every single day. Awesome.
H🌷
19th Apr 2020 5:34am
18th Apr 2020 8:12pm
This is so relatable. I don't know if it's how many people deal with an adversarial demesne, but it's how I do. Observe, dissect, categorize, catalogue.
19th Apr 2020 5:35am
It’s definitely a thought process all it’s own. Thank you for the RL, Daniel 💜.
31st Jul 2020 1:25pm
