Marshmallows and key lime pie. Sweet. Salt. Acid. Heat. A cool sip and a juicy bite. Cool and warm in the same sense. Senses intermingle, dance and dangle – intertwine and entangle.
Brushing a soft citrus foam over a pistachio ice cream. Lemongrass. Reeds of butter. Tart. Soft. Tangy. Wisps of sugar woven around your tongue – candy corn – caramel brittle. It was the clouds over each leaf that led me here – reaching out to hold each other. Toes dipping in cool water – turquoise, clear. Have you ever put your hands in a creek and felt the energy of the water? Gentle and swirling – how to describe it? Cool, moving, almost sticky – does the meniscus live all throughout the water – not just on the surface?
I think I have the ‘vid’. Just the new gentle one – I’ve had a dry cough for a few days and my face is hot. This too shall pass. Or I’m a hypochondriac as my lovely supportive partner quipped at me on our juicy sun bum walk today. He did a snappy finger movement while he said it, he was proud of himself for two reasons – a) because he found the fancy English word and said it right, and b) because he gets a rise out of calling me on my bullshit. It’s pretty funny. We jest. Ha.
Okay – food, poetry – desire – the balance or contradictions of flavours to make our palette sing even if off key according to my third grade music teacher.
Key limes. Whip cream. Insulin peaks and valleys. Both peaks and valleys are welcome in this scenario – a spoon scoops through pie valley while whip cream peaks can be seen in the distance.
I need to go get some key lime pie, and whip cream. I’m done.
where rivers are born 