Like a box of chocolates
Did you know what you were going to get, strolling
through the supermarket handpicking chocolates,
deciding between pecan bon bons, truffles,
and white chocolate shells filled with fudge?
We did not yet know the salt of incandescence,
your caramel smile on the roof of my mouth,
blind with each other’s taste, the lavender
some sickly rose blooming.
We melted together in the sun not worrying
about how our distinct tastes would smelt and swirl
around in our greedy mouths how our tongues flicked
and explored until we were almost satisfied but
every good thing melts the way autumn crumples
at the peak of its most swirling sweetness.
- James Croal Jackson 2016
James Croal Jackson writes poetry and occasionally music. He lives in Columbus, Ohio, USA. Find out more at jimjakk.com.