Savoured Flavoured and Twisted

The scent of home
Beyond what can be described
Where I returned a years later
The recognition of it
Everything flowing back.

It’s as though I never left
The slow is the beginning
Like making dough, the bread
Painting it golden brown
Baked in hundreds of degrees

Though it might go unnoticed
How can something so simple be…
Yet be so captivated by nearly all,
But oh, but the aroma.

Its captured within my memory;
I Inhale it, and it becomes clear,
The smell modestly aged,

Your taste is the salt of my life
And yet, oh so cleansing
Salty streams down my face
In them form happy tears;
I taste.

The air i breathe in, when I exhale,
My thoughts keep me adrift ,
With other thoughts of curiosity,
And excitement,
Respect above all else.

This is but a perceived taste
Of the sweetest stillness and warmth
Its what remains.
The whole of us;
More than flavour
We are more than
This product of love.

Oozing of physical sensation
Its just that my mind imagines
We are pretzels,
Entwined all night long
Like last night.

Coming in four turns
A bit twisted,
A bit imperfect,
A bit salty,
Tasting you in that way,
The salty nectar of my life
Oh… Love,
Its flavoured savoured
And twisted.

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