Succulence Poem by Mary Fumento

Succulence



Succulence, a saucy matter
And anyone would agree;
Flavor is in spicing
Finding the right degree.

Mouths sometimes crave sour;
Tongues often want sweet.
Where tastes intertwine,
Palette and appetite meet.

What minds, fingers satisfy,
Only memorized recipe can call.
The brilliant measures taken,
That seasoned tastebuds recall.

(2008)

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Mary Fumento

Mary Fumento

Denver, Colorado
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