Taste: Fish, talapia, not as good as I thought it would be, a taste of the spoiled ocean just underneath, but the little wheat balls, dipped in butter, oh! my!
Touch: my hand, your hand, both reaching for the dirty water glass to give the waiter, to refresh, make new, rejuvenate, a fresh start, my hand, your hand.
Smell: saliva forms where cheeks can suck and hollow, tissues of anticipation swell, onion carmelizing in a pan
Sight: my teeth in the spoon, checking for spinach, you are in the bathroom
Sound: your words, divorce, another one, she’s left him for a woman, their little girl turns six and who gets to have the party?
Extra: love’s candle between us, eye gaze, dark whispers, don’t look away, move toward the forking path where either journey ends in risk, so take the risk we do, together, stake our claim, find what’s at stake, re-claiming us.
Senses courtesy of: Writer Ann Keeling
Touch: my hand, your hand, both reaching for the dirty water glass to give the waiter, to refresh, make new, rejuvenate, a fresh start, my hand, your hand.
Smell: saliva forms where cheeks can suck and hollow, tissues of anticipation swell, onion carmelizing in a pan
Sight: my teeth in the spoon, checking for spinach, you are in the bathroom
Sound: your words, divorce, another one, she’s left him for a woman, their little girl turns six and who gets to have the party?
Extra: love’s candle between us, eye gaze, dark whispers, don’t look away, move toward the forking path where either journey ends in risk, so take the risk we do, together, stake our claim, find what’s at stake, re-claiming us.
Senses courtesy of: Writer Ann Keeling
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