Aftertaste Poems - Poems about Aftertaste

the inhibitions fade a slow, deliberate ritual some beautiful mostly terrifying the glass, a chalice cradles the forbidden each drop, a fiery kiss flowing when the world tilts diving into the velvet nectar foreknown implosion indulgence ignites amber tides cascade over softened edges an eager palate laughter bubbles up a joyous release  rhythmic intoxication and the world spins kaleidoscopes of color unconsidered judgements a hazy fog settles self spite to commence...

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Like an aftertaste you elude to; Delicate freshness in the air, sunshine citrus breaks through; Forecast’s aftermath is unclear, the only way to know is just to bite; Ignore what lingers like ‘beware’; You’ll be amazed at what hits right, let your palate go where you’re unsure; A surprisingly potent delight; Expectation is the tip of rapture,...

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Thanks Mum, that meal was a nice tasty dish But no one will say if my breath smells of fish I ask them but no-one will tell me the truth Not even the seagull that’s sat on the roof It’s only you, Mum, that I can rely on. Son, she said grinning, you’re a sea lion...

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the slick that sticks to the back of your tongue a little space time transporter you can hear the music smell the smoke...

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AFTERTASTE OF POWER Power tastes like food Intoxicates like spirit Transient on the tongue To good and bad incumbents It's just awhile on the throne . Aftertaste may be sweet If not, it'll definitely be bitter To many past kings It's bittersweet It all depends Now I ring the bell That to every eater That's those in...

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Nor a lovely form, nor a relevant content, nor sophisticated writing technique. Goosebumps, a cool wave along the spine, a flash of pleasure and the pleasure's aftertaste - a strange feeling akin to a guilty conscience of the handworker who, after a sweet fight with himself, swears "never again!" - that's a true sign of...

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It happened a couple of days ago When shivers overtook my body Though not present anymore I sense they will return A walk through wilderness I would not go there with others Black coffee on the bench Jukebox melodies uplifting the mood Absinthe so smoothing Heart like a thrilling drum beat Strong spirits and a chess board I appreciated his patience A cigarette lit way Through a late...

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Walk me down these nostalgic streets And laugh and make me wander Make me feel the bliss that dwells in me Before it tears asunder For I have seen you often whilst passing by These shops and bicycles and walls I have sensed you in this rising smoke of Restaurants and cigarettes and squalls For even in these quieted nights When my thoughts are...

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That targeted sleep will not come at once in the tamed night. A shifted pain lifts the irretrievable word shamed at edge. The godwings weave the rhyme of flight for the wedding of death. You are born again in sleep for another journey. Satish Verma...

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freedom of choice not free of consequence first bite's aftertaste ...

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