A Taste is not Enough
Do you remember the first ice cream
when you could finally understand it and
the cold changed in your mouth
and gave you its sweet joy in the moment of death
becoming part of you for a time?
Do you remember the sound of thunder
when you first knew it was laughter of the gods at play
inviting you to join their insane game
whether or not it meant the world shattering into a million pieces
as the motion gets entirely out of hand?
Do you remember the embrace of the wave
as you come to know that the danger of depth is safer
than struggling on the surface with forces beyond care or concern
and that somehow you were strong enough
to rise again and drink in the air and sun on your face?
Love is addictive and
a taste is not enough
This document was translated from LATEX by HEVEA.