Thursday, October 03, 2013

Poem a Day 3

Cacoethes

You are a body! Taste the fruit divine,
a wisdom sprung from tree in garden set,
and see, not merely taste, in hue and line
the goodness edible, the sugars wet
that melt upon the tongue and, better yet,
bring joy, pure joy within, of world without,
the spy who turns your victory to rout.