La Petite Mort #2

it always pierces the air
some noise
some sensation
heightened ecstacy

it always makes a sound
it always takes your breath

its always felt

its always there

its never distant
nor is ever lost

but its never the same
never the same

and that's the beauty

each time is new

each time is sublime

a little tast of paradise
in every bite

sometimes you find it
in the middle of the night

and sometimes at noon

but its always itself

always its perfect self

its beautifully perfect self.