Your flesh on my tongue, I do love to taste
not one drop of your blood dare I to waste.
My life, by your mere presence enlightened
my thoughts, my senses at once are heightened.
In you I find comfort, and all that is right
you are there in the day and also at night.
You are my salvation; you ease all my pain
in you I trust, in you my faith remains.
You are there for me in my darkest of hour
it is from you that I draw all of my power.
Some may doubt you, may miss you allure
but when my cup runs empty again I shall pour.
When I found you it was as if I had wakened from a dream
your dark, rich flavor mixed with a hint of cream.
* A little ode to Anne Bradstreet/ “The Author to Her Book”