Ode to Nutella
You are ecstasy in a jar
star
of the pantry in my home
zone
out when you touch my lips
bliss
as spoon meets tongue
sprung
a term some might use
blues
the music when you're gone
dawn
becoming dim as night
blight
of taste buds delivers chills
spills
over to mind and heart
depart
for grocery store post haste
chase
your sapor like words do a poem
warm
the spirit like sunlight after a
storm.
© 2015 abruvanamedsly
So delectably TRUE!!
ReplyDeleteFo' sho' Sharmane :)
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