Eclectic tastes of many creamy sensualities on my tongue.
Prays for the tastes not to disappear into the unknown dark pathway of my stomach.
Bravo to the chefs.
Bravo to my tongue.
Bravo to my companions.
And your humbleness is never out of sight.
3 comments:
The taste does not disappear, it will never disappear if the wine made you drunk. What disappears is the drunkness.
Nice
Rumi:
"I swallowed
some of the Beloved's sweet wine,
and now I am ill.
My body aches,
my fever is high.
They called in the Doctor and he said,
drink this tea!
Ok, time to drink this tea.
Take these pills!
Ok, time to take these pills.
The Doctor said,
get rid of the sweet wine of his lips!
Ok, time to get rid of the doctor."
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