I poured my heart out into a delicate white cup that sat on a saucer. I tempered it with cream and sugar to sweeten its bitterness. But it made me grimace when I tasted it so I spit it back into the cup. And dumped the remains down the drain.
Now my heart needs a refill. It needs something more palatable this time…more soulfully edible. My heart is ravenously hungry for something delicious…something savory and sweet…like chocolate.
Yes, my heart needs this unctuously dark and mysterious treat. Something it will not tire of easily but desire little by little every day. A nibble on Tuesday…a sip on Thursday…a spoonful on Sunday until it’s sated. Which will be never.
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