Taste of Love

a poem by
TIM PHILIPPART | Entrepreneur + Writer


I am the old codger (sixty-eight) in a small writers’ group of people in their thirties and forties. One of the youngest members of the group suggested, with a feeble feint toward humor, “You are probably too old to even remember love.” This little poem was my attempt to show her I still had the thirst.

Photo by Dan Gold

 
THIS mouthful of love 
slakes my thirst just right,
then waits for a refill,
more refreshing than quenching.
I lick my lips,
gulp again,
sweetness floods my tongue.
I am washed away.
 
Enjoy more of Tim’s work on his blog, Imaginiscent.
Tim Philippart
Tim sold his business in 2015, retired to write, and discovered that wasn't very retired at all. He ghost blogs, writes poetry, nonfiction, and an occasional magazine piece. He loves writing, and wishes he had not waited decades to pick up the pen.
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