Taste it

 July 16th 2015

I always want to taste it first before I go in, that subtle yet always present vinegar before I reach the sweet, this neat space front and back, each with its own delight which I need to moisten properly before I fully engage, as if I need to sample it before I fully commit, when I feel it all on the edge of my tongue, front and back and maybe then in the mouth, sweet lips top and bottom, something else when I open the back door, making it right for more vigorous exhortation, I need to taste it all sweet and sour, to know what exactly I'm getting into when I get there, like a milkman who delivers cream early in the morning, my footsteps rising up the steps of the back porch or unlocking the front door with my key, I need to taste it first before I come in