Ambrosia - May 2, 2000

There is a certain piquancy in love,
to have tasted it once,
is like ambrosia,
to live without -
sweet torture.

Having only eaten gruel
for so long,
the taste of honey - 
can never be erased;
it lingers long after
its gold drops are
treasured.

Like a delicacy
one would be so lucky
to visit
that candy store
where this golden treat
is kept.

So well hidden
that we are never entirely sure
that we are looking
for the real thing.

Too often
do we deny ourselves
and others
the sweet taste
of this joy,
because we've never seen it,
never sought it.

-title by KS