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Jan 142011
 

by Leila A. Fortier

 

He

Is the

Color ripe

And the fragrance of

Flavor~ All things empathic

And gustatory~ He partakes from the

Tree of knowledge and life~ Handpicked

For the very sensation of his mouth~ There

Are no regrets~ Everything becomes ovular~

Like black olive & purple grape~ A paused

Press between tongue and teeth~ Awaits

Its release of pleasurable pain by

Means of breaking bite and

Consciousness~ Life

Now dissolves

Its colors

Neath

The

Soft palate of consumption~ All to be born into

Sound and stanzas ~ The savory swallowing

Of experience~ Fecund with the lingering

Aftertaste of creation~ Where even

Silence parts to reveal

Its secret











He

Is the

Color ripe

And the fragrance of

Flavor~ All things empathic

And gustatory~ He partakes from the

Tree of knowledge and life~ Handpicked

For the very sensation of his mouth~ There

Are no regrets~ Everything becomes ovular~

Like black olive & purple grape~ A paused

Press between tongue and teeth~ Awaits

Its release of pleasurable pain by

Means of breaking bite and

Consciousness~ Life

Now dissolves

Its colors

Neath

The

Soft palate of consumption~ All to be born into

Sound and stanzas ~ The savory swallowing

Of experience~ Fecund with the lingering

Aftertaste of creation~ Where even

Silence parts to reveal

Its secret

He

Is the

Color ripe

And the fragrance of

Flavor~ All things empathic

And gustatory~ He partakes from the

Tree of knowledge and life~ Handpicked

For the very sensation of his mouth~ There

Are no regrets~ Everything becomes ovular~

Like black olive & purple grape~ A paused

Press between tongue and teeth~ Awaits

Its release of pleasurable pain by

Means of breaking bite and

Consciousness~ Life

Now dissolves

Its colors

Neath

The

Soft palate of consumption~ All to be born into

Sound and stanzas ~ The savory swallowing

Of experience~ Fecund with the lingering

Aftertaste of creation~ Where even

Silence parts to reveal

Its secret

He

Is the

Color ripe

And the fragrance of

Flavor~ All things empathic

And gustatory~ He partakes from the

Tree of knowledge and life~ Handpicked

For the very sensation of his mouth~ There

Are no regrets~ Everything becomes ovular~

Like black olive & purple grape~ A paused

Press between tongue and teeth~ Awaits

Its release of pleasurable pain by

Means of breaking bite and

Consciousness~ Life

Now dissolves

Its colors

Neath

The

Soft palate of consumption~ All to be born into

Sound and stanzas ~ The savory swallowing

Of experience~ Fecund with the lingering

Aftertaste of creation~ Where even

Silence parts to reveal

Its secret

He

Is the

Color ripe

And the fragrance of

Flavor~ All things empathic

And gustatory~ He partakes from the

Tree of knowledge and life~ Handpicked

For the very sensation of his mouth~ There

Are no regrets~ Everything becomes ovular~

Like black olive & purple grape~ A paused

Press between tongue and teeth~ Awaits

Its release of pleasurable pain by

Means of breaking bite and

Consciousness~ Life

Now dissolves

Its colors

Neath

The

Soft palate of consumption~ All to be born into

Sound and stanzas ~ The savory swallowing

Of experience~ Fecund with the lingering

Aftertaste of creation~ Where even

Silence parts to reveal

Its secret

vv

He

Is the

Color ripe

And the fragrance of

Flavor~ All things empathic

And gustatory~ He partakes from the

Tree of knowledge and life~ Handpicked

For the very sensation of his mouth~ There

Are no regrets~ Everything becomes ovular~

Like black olive & purple grape~ A paused

Press between tongue and teeth~ Awaits

Its release of pleasurable pain by

Means of breaking bite and

Consciousness~ Life

Now dissolves

Its colors

Neath

The

Soft palate of consumption~ All to be born into

Sound and stanzas ~ The savory swallowing

Of experience~ Fecund with the lingering

Aftertaste of creation~ Where even

Silence parts to reveal

Its secret

He

Is the

Color ripe

And the fragrance of

Flavor~ All things empathic

And gustatory~ He partakes from the

Tree of knowledge and life~ Handpicked

For the very sensation of his mouth~ There

Are no regrets~ Everything becomes ovular~

Like black olive & purple grape~ A paused

Press between tongue and teeth~ Awaits

Its release of pleasurable pain by

Means of breaking bite and

Consciousness~ Life

Now dissolves

Its colors

Neath

The

Soft palate of consumption~ All to be born into

Sound and stanzas ~ The savory swallowing

Of experience~ Fecund with the lingering

Aftertaste of creation~ Where even

Silence parts to reveal

Its secret

He

Is the

Color ripe

And the fragrance of

Flavor~ All things empathic

And gustatory~ He partakes from the

Tree of knowledge and life~ Handpicked

For the very sensation of his mouth~ There

Are no regrets~ Everything becomes ovular~

Like black olive & purple grape~ A paused

Press between tongue and teeth~ Awaits

Its release of pleasurable pain by

Means of breaking bite and

Consciousness~ Life

Now dissolves

Its colors

Neath

The

Soft palate of consumption~ All to be born into

Sound and stanzas ~ The savory swallowing

Of experience~ Fecund with the lingering

Aftertaste of creation~ Where even

Silence parts to reveal

Its secret

He

Is the

Color ripe

And the fragrance of

Flavor~ All things empathic

And gustatory~ He partakes from the

Tree of knowledge and life~ Handpicked

For the very sensation of his mouth~ There

Are no regrets~ Everything becomes ovular~

Like black olive & purple grape~ A paused

Press between tongue and teeth~ Awaits

Its release of pleasurable pain by

Means of breaking bite and

Consciousness~ Life

Now dissolves

Its colors

Neath

The

Soft palate of consumption~ All to be born into

Sound and stanzas ~ The savory swallowing

Of experience~ Fecund with the lingering

Aftertaste of creation~ Where even

Silence parts to reveal

Its secret

He

Is the

Color ripe

And the fragrance of

Flavor~ All things empathic

And gustatory~ He partakes from the

Tree of knowledge and life~ Handpicked

For the very sensation of his mouth~ There

Are no regrets~ Everything becomes ovular~

Like black olive & purple grape~ A paused

Press between tongue and teeth~ Awaits

Its release of pleasurable pain by

Means of breaking bite and

Consciousness~ Life

Now dissolves

Its colors

Neath

The

Soft palate of consumption~ All to be born into

Sound and stanzas ~ The savory swallowing

Of experience~ Fecund with the lingering

Aftertaste of creation~ Where even

Silence parts to reveal

Its secret

  6 Responses to “Between Tongue and Teeth”

  1. Leila, this is a beautiful piece of writing, you paint with your words, pictures that are seen with the soul, and felt even deeper than that.

  2. Thank you for sharing! xoxo

  3. Cheers to that! Yu are the inspiration of vibration and the savory of poetic expression Much love my friend. And Dually noted as it should be. XO ~Apryl

  4. many thanks sweet poetess

  5. I love this poem, Leila, how it speaks to all our senses. Its form and the fabulous photo (what a beautiful, golden light in the empty glass!!) make it even more precious. A wonderful piece of art!

  6. Fecund with the lingering

    Aftertaste of creation

    Marvellous — and so true.
    Thank you!