nibble at the edges
gather crumbs with damp fingers
touch them to tongue and taste
the nibbles tease
leave you longing
for the reality
of consumption

a bite
just one small bite
teases again
and again
quietly stolen in the darkness
what could come of just one taste
of that which is

Finally enjoying
glorifying in the taste
of reality
tasting the soft tang
sweet and sour and gloriously cold
in the heat of the brilliant dawn
taste the dreams
do not nibble the edges
do not chance that just one taste
do not
swim in all that is the beauty
and never stop
the enjoyment
of the banquet of every day


Author: ajw
date: 8/25/16


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