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.