To snow the taste of white
captured and held on a tongue
the cool melt dripping lanquidly
into a flavor, almost but not quite
soothing the burn of cinnamon
the sweet hint of sugar, powdered
sprinkled, mixed in an extract
its fragrance daintly absorbed.
It's the memory, fingertips
on trembling skin, a kiss
gentle voice and the warmth
of a heartbeat held close
wanting, but never quite having
amid a whispered conversation,
the chocolate possibility hovering
just beyond the tip of your tongue.