Immediate burst, Of astringent aroma, Sharp, distinctive, Moist, now wet Tongue So particular And unmistakable, A sour fragrance, But sweet, Simultaneously. The dark yellow liquid, Unpleasant and brownish, Handed my way, In a white foam cup Disturbing and reminding Of dehydrated urine, Toxic chemicals, Acidic substance A displeasing and Unpalatable Juice, you are, Grotesque and repulsive Alone, you are, But on my salad, And in my rice, The appeal is an impetus attracting Me to you. You call my name, Now, I’m in dire need For your taste, Once again. Like a gentle waterfall, Hitting the leaves, “pitter, patter,” Forming thousands Of crystals that Lay on every Vegetable, Each crystal Iridescent, Like raindrops falling, Keeping their shape, They dance With the movement The fork provides As it impales The lettuce. Reminding me of food, Reminding me of nature, In solitude or At the purest You push me Away and Comb my hair Backwards, but, In reality, you’re Concentrated goodness, Often misinterpreted, Under appreciated, A façade of Unwelcoming feel, You give. But, Really, you’re just Tasteful. |
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