When one proceeds to prepare a tongue...
You must remember it is one of the strongest muscles in the human body.
It has been flicked,
flittered, tainted, burned, bit, and bittered.
It is the connected filament of our purpose.
It is the taster of the fine times, and the salivated expression of ourselves.
It pleases and teases and makes moist motions to come hither.
It is both; the softer side of the sharp whip, and the merciless dom that takes toil- a fierce, coiled, cobra like spitter.
So when preparing the sauce,
mix equal parts pure,
with equal parts intent.
Stir, serve and swallow. It will taste what you meant.
1 comment:
Oh! Great poem.
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