Taster

In your St Kilda flat

we eat Rogan Josh, drink gin with lime,

licking our lips for every taste.

Sunday morning bagels, fill the bed

with crumbs, eat mangoes, sucking juice from

the skin. Nothing this good lasts forever

but while it does I learn that

green chillies are addictive and garlic lingers

on finger tips for days.

This poem was published on the wonderful online journal site: PASH capsule