Neville

Aftertaste

Aftertaste  

 

She was delicious

Not the kind of

Subtle sweet

Like clotted cream

And oh’ my God

Strawberry jam

Delicious 

No not like that

That would be an

Understatement

And far too easy

To describe

Even if spread thick

On Ma’s homemade

Scones or bread

Cut like bloomin

Door-step delicious

No nor like

Grandma’s gravy

Used to be

Yet far more tasty

Than any

Sunday roast

And then of course

There were

The undertones

That came with such

Exquisite aftertastes

Without doubt

More satisfying than

A Full English

Followed by

One of those

French cigarettes

And making love

Again but slower

Yeah

That’s the kind of

Delicious I mean

Like I imagine

Ocean honey

Or even sky milk

Might taste

If of course they

Had a taste at all

But then

Work rang and

My whale sound

Ring tone

Roused me

From the taste of her

Now gone

Yes gone but not

Forgotten

Like I had somehow

So very easily

Forgotten

I was on call damnit ….