Epicure

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 ~ Epicure ~

 

Caustic cloves

Pierce my heart

Marinating it

With a pungent

Over spiced aroma

As if to remind one

Of a bouquet of autumn

Given on our day of Thanks

Oranges mixed with

Senescent spiced rum

To culminate the perfect

Palatableness

A confined, precise prick

Noticed with the delay in time

Carefully planned out

The distance between each

A road map to somewhere perchance?

The red irritated swelling emerges

Dulling the sweet tang stench

That mixes with the sense of

Taste

My heart has become the

Hors d’oeuvres,

A tiny mouthful to

Savor and relish upon

The suggestion of

True delicacy

This palate

You made

A soft ensemble

Of taste buds

Jolting to attention

As do fine hairs stand

Sensing

The presence of another

Bon appétit!

 

~Angela Beck 02/07

Author's Note

ep·i·cure [ep-i-kyoo r]

a person who cultivates a refined taste, esp. in food and wine; connoisseur.

Archaic. a person dedicated to sensual enjoyment.