✨A Poem✨
Truffles Revisited
Golden box filled with a cryptic desserts
The folded paper to decipher
which chocolate is at
the tip of my tongue
Without that paper
I poke and prod each truffle
looking for the perfect one.
And when I find the one that suits me
I tip my head back and bask the heavens
It’s a laborious search for
that one piece
That one that rests at the tip of
your tongue.
Saschia ✨Jayne ✨ Johnson