
A small slice of serenity atop a simple china plate.
The eyes of the waitress are elsewhere
Utterly unaware.
The fork slices through
Softness envelopes and disguises the sharp metal prongs.
Suddenly..
Resistance,
A short, yet satisfying crunch.
Sharpening the senses.
Anticipation almost at an end.
First taste
An explosion of textures
Aiming to savour every ounce of essence.
All too soon a solitary crumb
A distant reminder
Of innocent ecstasy.
~ S. Holmes
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