Aftertastes
I remembered
just now,
how good you
then felt
inside and out ..
While you
were squeezed
up like that
between an old
broken
refrigerator
and me, in what
was once
our bijou but
more than just
adequate
east European
kitchenette ..
And then, I also
recollect
how you tasted
of both
homemade
rakia and apricots
fresh from the garden ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Nostalgic it is the taste of a memory that is sweeter than any dream, it is under the rust of time that gold shines in contrast. A most lovely write Neville and a fave
I am made up sir .. thank you most kindly & true .. Neville
You are most welcome my friend
Neville, that detail of rakia and apricots stayed with me. The way taste becomes part of the memory gives the whole scene a warmth that feels very real. It’s a small moment, yet it carries a whole story within it. Nicely written, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Made my mouth water just writing it .. and thanks for stopping by and being part of the whole exercise .. Neville 😎🖤🖤🖤🐦⬛🐧🐈⬛👍
Most welcome. I can imagine! Made mine water reading it! LOL!
Beautiful and sensual.
Cheers Thomas .. muchly appreciated .. Neville 😎👍
Needed a new fridge if you were generating that amount of heat alongside. Enough tucker in good nick there for breakfast?
(A rich moment with all the trimmings, Neville 👍)
Thanks muchly Dave .. 😎👍
Tastes and smells can bring back such memories Neville, fine nostalgic words.
Andy
Cheers Andy .. 😎👍
Love this piece, Neville. Great detail.
That's what we want to hear .. cheers Tom .. 😎👍
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