Liquid Words

Can you taste a word?

Is it sweet?

 Like a ripe mango falling from a tree?

Does it fill the recesses of your mouth?

Leaving you with sensory memory.

Is it tangy?

Tickling and prickling down your throat,

Leaving a trail behind.

Is it Salty?

Making you crave,

 the liquid of life.

In the driest of deserts.

Is it spicy?

Taking you on an exploration,

Of places, people, and things you can only dream of.

For me it is hot.

Scotching and blazing trails.

Leading and guiding me to places,

of unexplored tales.

Tempting and teasing traces,

Of unexpected wails.

Being caressed and coaxed

To an unhinged, uninhibited, wonton demise.

I taste every word.

From the tip,

Gliding across the center

And swelling at the root.

Can you taste your words?