How Love Tastes
written by: Henry Bladon
He once asked me how love tastes.
I said it can be like the tang on your tongue
when you lick a battery
Or the heat of a bass drumbeat
crushing a chilli pepper.
Sometimes it is a sherbet fizz
left behind by a shimmering face.
It’s the earthy mud from
the cap of a button mushroom
Or the metallic aftermath
from a suddenly bitten cheek.
Sometimes it is the salty rind
of a hardened cheese.
It’s cocoa dust and morning mist
or the sugar from a pink candy floss cloud.
It’s like filling your veins with Fanta
and stuffing your belly with blancmange.
It’s the hint of a summer lawn
or the flavour of 2B pencil lead.
But sometimes it’s more like following a garbage truck.
NOTE:
Image – 2020 pen and ink drawing by English artist Mandy Covington
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