the Taste

A taste..
 
struck by brilliance,
met with haste-
 
The best kind of haste
 
A devouring,
a collision, the chase
like lightning tracing the sky
facing an electrical high
 
It was just a taste
and it was the best  
I've ever known
 
There's something dumb  
in my face now
something numb  
in my brain now
 
I took the shot of a lover
the last arrow kept  
in Cupid's bow
 
Gods,  
I hope it wasn't  
a waste...