Morsel in the Mouth

You can feel it with your tongue-

The more you feel it

The deeper it delves

Into the crevasses of your teeth

Entrenched, stuck

It becomes part

Of your molars or wisdom.

The surreptitious search

for a toothpick -

even a matchstick to ease

the discomfort -

to poke

to probe

to dig

to dislodge

to divest, finally

that fine morsel of meat

that little bit of cashew -

or ground - haven't you gone -

nuts -

with the sheer ecstasy

the purest bliss

of toying the last of the morsel

with your tongue -

and then

hiding behind your palm

relishing it -

Love, I believe, is sometimes

Like a morsel of memory in your mind!