Like the ffft of an arrow shot

Secondary to its sharp bite but

Startling and filled with life

 

Filling me with life

Filling the world’s doughy center

Sort of like Boston creme

 

Like truffle oil on pasta

Making every other taste

Fade momentarily away

 

Drawing all focus

Even when regarded immaterial

Like the frosting on a cake

 

The best part and least important

Feels like a lifetime in the second

Before you lift your hand again

 

About the same sensation as

Taking a big mouthful of

Cotton candy, sweet for one second then…

 

I’m trying to write about how it feels

When you touch me casually

On the head or back or hand

 

Feels like

Eating something so good its stunning

Biting into something so cold it burns

 

It feels like hearing the lonely piercing silver note of a trumpet

 

Or a really good bite of a sandwich

 

I want to write about

Your skin on mine

But I probably shouldn’t do it when I’m hungry