What does desire taste like

 You remind me of those things. Spending time with you makes me so hungry. A hunger I have a hard time fulfilling. I eat and eat and eat and am never full.

This morning, I woke up and made a coffee so sweet and syrupy it intoxicated me the way your smells do. I was drugged and giddy for the first few hours of the day, flushed with excitement and rolling around my morning chores and habits with the utmost of pleasure, bordering on delirium.

Walking around outside in the sweet rain, I was reminded of the first day I met you. Sitting at the end of the bar, you looked up and smiled at me with perfect white teeth, a slightly moistened lip and the smell of damp earth all around you. I wanted to bite into sun bursting tomatoes in that moment. Pour olive oil all over you and season your nipples with an exotic and over the top crunchy salt.

Small tendrils emerging from the ground like your thick manly chest, digging your fingernails in my back the same way you pulled the weeds from around my tender young garlic bulbs. You will roast that garlic in the fall and spread it on warm toast with honey and slowly feed it to me with your favourite chardonnay. Maybe something from that time we went to the county and made love on the sand on that beach for that one afternoon.

This afternoon, I made the tea you brought back from your recent trip over the ocean. You told me to wash the leaves with not too hot water, strain and then pour over again. A type of beautiful rolled up leaf that unravelled all the bad tastes of missing you these last few weeks. To follow the groove of what’s going on in the city right now, we have been talking about kombucha. That seminar you went on and brought home your very first mother, you were so proud and excited to start a new project that would make us both feel better inside and out. How many teas should we use? What flavours? A man at the bottle store mentioned elderflower, a gentle aromatic scent that I could get used to drinking with you.

My book the Biology of yeast just showed up. Maybe that will help us decide.

Or maybe I’ll start a tassajara recipe to feed you when you are finished work.

What does desire taste like to you? Does it taste like me? Let’s keep tasting and find out