Bitter
like when it slips out of one’s hand,
fades away like mist
and leaves heartaches,
incurable wounds,
an unquenchable thirst
destroys one’s heart
and never
does one's body appease.
Sweet
like when I hug you
on that bed of joys
tangled with passion
and if I had lived for this moment,
just for this moment,
what else could I wish for
if not to relive it again
then again
and again
and again
always
if always existed?
Hot
like desire,
that burns,
like flames
the spirit lights up
and leaves in our mouth
the flames of the sun
the erupting lava
the blistering desert sand,
desert of pleasure.
Pungent
like my time without you,
knowing that
I could spend hours
maybe days
without being able to have you
back into my arms,
like the winter coldness
when I can't get myself warmed up
next to you.
Sour
like the chill that surrounds me
by the only thought of seeing you again
and that makes my body shiver
in a throb of passion.
Unique
enfolding
intoxicating
like

only the taste of love.

August 7, 2017