Taste is something that I only know
within limits
Fuel without pleasure
bounded by boundaries
Bland flavors keep me grounded in
getting by
But what is getting by without taste?
How can one become fully nourished without flavor?
What does pleasure taste like?
I can only imagine that it tastes as rich
as a spoonful of peanut butter
Or as sweet as the handful of jellybeans, in which
your hunger grew stronger in the time you spent
fumbling with the funky jar lid
that kept you from them
Pleasure is softer than her lips
almost too delicate to touch
the recipe feels only comforting
when you know the security it brings you
Starving for something more
but you don’t know what that is
empty taste buds
full of regrets
are only a reminder
of what you have yet to taste