Chocolate

Chocolate reminds me of every taste,

but mostly of you.

Last year when I ate it and

its texture turned to liquid in my mouth, it

reminded me of that,

Lost Memory. As the sweet and desire-filled

molten lava erupted between my lips,

a hint of my childlike ghost whiffed across my face,

intoxicating the air around me,

creating a new taste.

The sweetie took on a new essence,

it became the very incarnation of that painful act.

Chocolate reminds me of every taste,

but mostly of you.

Yesterday when I partook of its

gloriously divine zest and it crumbled

and crunched underneath my molars,

it reminded me of that,

Transaction of Words. It was almost as if

the chocolate had a pinch of chilli. Regardless,

I rolled the bitter-sweet chunk in my mouth, tasting

the tang with my tongue. From it, a new scent arose

filled with love and strain.

This chocolate has confused my taste buds

as it is different from last year’s flavour of pain.

Chocolate reminds me of every taste,

but mostly of you.

It didn't use to until yesterday.

Today though,

this chocolate tastes like tears