Taste

Taste is something that I only know

within limits

Fuel without pleasure

bounded by boundaries

Bland flavors keep me grounded in 

getting by

But what is getting by without taste?

How can one become fully nourished without flavor?

What does pleasure taste like?

I can only imagine that it tastes as rich

as a spoonful of peanut butter

Or as sweet as the handful of jellybeans, in which

your hunger grew stronger in the time you spent

fumbling with the funky jar lid 

that kept you from them

Pleasure is softer than her lips

almost too delicate to touch

the recipe feels only comforting

when you know the security it brings you

Starving for something more

but you don’t know what that is

empty taste buds 

full of regrets

are only a reminder 

of what you have yet to taste

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