A succulently sweet taste,
So light on the tongue
An explosion of flavor,
Bursting with a fiery spice
The combination of sorrow
And loneliness, a bitter mixture,
Cloying in the mouth
An undertone of heavenly decadence,
So thin, it’s almost lost
How wonderful, the delicious profile
Of the human soul
© 22 October 2019, by Haley Scully
Time kind of got away from me this weekend, so no CIB Sunday post for today. Sorry about that, guys! I always strive to make my posts the best quality they can be, and I didn’t feel I could achieve that in time. So, my next CIB post will be this coming Sunday, on June 21. I promise it will happen then. And once again, sorry about this. For now, I hope you enjoy this poem instead!
