The Taste of a Reminiscence
The tang of orange peels lingers on my tongue,
But they are covered in chocolate and thus a bittersweet residue also resides.
I remember the smell that floats over the skin of mangoes
And the honeyed juices of plum colored memories gone by.
Pulpy dreams speak of swallowed seeds
And delectable slices of a past dissolved in dew.
Sugary apples of ambrosia blossom in the mind
And delicious delights gone by are renewed.