Chocolate covered almonds

Chocolate covered almonds (a poem)




I enjoy chocolate covered almonds.
I love chocolate, I hate almonds.
I pop one in.
As the warmth of my mouth bakes the chocolate it enraptures my tongue in it's earthy, caramel delight.
And then, as expected, the party ends quicker than it started as another flavor and texture rudely intrudes.
The stale taste of an almond seizes my attention as the ocean of chocolate evaporates.
I enjoy chocolate covered almonds. They are light hearted reminders of the universal dance of pain and pleasure, desire and disgust.
As I ponder this, I can feel her,
coming back to haunt me.
It starts with an image, a moment my mind refuses to let go.
Of her
Glimmers of our lips embracing, loosen me. A souvenir.
My hands lock onto the arch of her back pulling her closer, burrowing us deeper into our fit of passion.
In this moment she is mine. In this moment there is nothing else. In this moment I have a home.
The memory dissapates as I try to submerge myself deeper into it
And my joy is over thrown by grief.
What is the purpose of such profound happiness if it is always followed by loss.
Bliss and sadness so tightly intertwined
Reality and me collide
That moment is gone. She is gone. Thousands of miles of ocean and land separate us. And I am here...alone... eating chocolate covered almonds.
I pop another in my mouth.
I love chocolate, I hate almonds.