Miso

by FTS Miles   Feb 15, 2005


I sip of this miso with intention,
slowly as to encourage
the heat, the salt,
to linger upon my tongue,
the warmth to cascade
through me in long gentle nips
and probing wet caresses,
until it saturates my eager core
with the hungry surety of a
humbling internalization of smolder,
like a moth to the flame,
like my hand to the steaming miso
which I sip with intention.

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  • 19 years ago

    by FTS Miles

    Sensuality and romanticism can be found in the most fascinating moments and things.

    And no, not vegetarian any more. (Though perhaps again one day.)

  • 19 years ago

    by pinkalias

    I really liked this. I really partook in the rhythm of the piece and how you were able to format it. The lines you chose really created an intense atmosphere and kept the reader in a captured stance when increasing the symbols and adding more meaning,
    "humbling internalization of smolder,
    like a moth to the flame,"
    (moth to flame, a bit cliche, but it fit with the piece and added more understanding of the emotion, so I sided with it)
    Well done yet again

  • 19 years ago

    by Elizabeth Ann

    Like a starving man describing water *smiles*.
    Your description is very errotic, very clever, and very beautiful.

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