she was perfection in my palate of emotional taste

she was sweet when she looked at me with those big eyes

sour when she first woke up or when things didn’t exactly go as planned

bitter when her eyes reflected on the past

salty whenever another glanced my way

but it was her umami that pulled me in

that unidentifiable savoriness

her musk

the taste of her lips

her skin

if she was the only flavor i could ever experience again

i would be good

she brings out a hunger in me

insatiable

no matter how much of her she gives

i’m always left with a need for more

and she loves to give all of her

her umami is the thing chefs search for all of their lives

experimenting with combinations in the kitchen

driving themselves mad with the need to achieve culinary perfection

and she just has it

complex and simple at one impossible moment

i hunger

and only one thing will do