You dined upon fine china
with fractures healed by gold.
The finest of spices and herbs
whispered secrets still untold.
A bite of forever made to be
softly pulled from silver to rose lips
was instead quickly swallowed
as a great storm devours ships.
Rabid hunger engulfed all
of the words meant to be savored.
Selfish needs made haste instead
of taking time to taste the flavor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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