A Morsel in the Mouth
You can feel it with your tongue-
The more you feel it
The deeper it delves
Into the crevasses of your teeth
Entrenched, stuck
It becomes part
Of your molars or wisdom.
The surreptitious search
for a toothpick -
even a matchstick to ease
the discomfort -
to poke
to probe
to dig
to dislodge
to divest, finally
that fine morsel of meat
that little bit of cashew -
or ground - haven't you gone -
nuts -
with the sheer ecstasy
the purest bliss
of toying the last of the morsel
with your tongue -
and then
hiding behind your palm
relishing it -
Love, I believe, is sometimes
Like a morsel of memory in your mind!
******** Balachandran V, Trivandrum, 14-11-2010
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